#Let woman be feminine. Please I am begging at this point let at least some female characters not have to leaders or warriors.

[azureflamesideblog]

Just...gonna say it right up front. If Katara's character is turned into another girlboss warrior type the adaptation has offically failed for me. If they take out the huge part of her character that is maternal, nurturning and loving, they've lost the spirit of the character completely.

I am begging to be wrong. Want to look back at this and laugh at my stupid worrying. But before we get anything else just want to put this out there.

[lubdubsworld]

Desire.

CEO ! Jung Hoseok x  Married ! OC 

Summary : Tall Handsome CEO Hobi meets dainty delicate country girl, Elena and falls head over heels. Too bad she’s already taken. 

Genre : Infidelity, Morally ambiguous characters. 

Chapter 1

On Fridays, Jung Hoseok liked to unwind. 

After a whole entire week of heading Gwihan Inc., going over proposals, signing off on acquisitions and baby sitting his two younger siblings who were just entering the company business, Jung Hoseok liked to relax on Friday evenings, usually with a glass of wine, maybe some good food from the Chinese restaurant down the street and occasionally with some company of the feminine variety. 

As the CEO of one of the largest conglomerates in the country, Hoseok was pretty much a household name in Seoul. Not just because of his dashing good looks and his staggering business acumen, but also because of the incredibly humble, down to earth persona that he wore . 

Never in the history of Korea, had there been a more approachable and friendly multi billionaire Chaebol prince : the very personification of generosity and kindness. 

At the young age of 34, Jung Hoseok charmed reporters and celebrities and his fellow businessmen with alacrity . 

Affectionately nicknamed the Sunshine CEO, Hoseok’s dimpled smile was a staple and he was well known for being fair and even tempered, the first to extend his hand in friendship to anyone. 

Which was a wonderful reputation to carry of course but it also made people forget that for all his sunny disposition, Jung Hoseok was still very much human. 

And he did not build his company ( once on the verge of bankruptcy because of his unscrupulous father ) from scratch, by being a pushover. Which meant that Hoseok had to balance being a good guy and a firm guy and sometimes it was such a fucking pain in his ass. 

“Hyung, come on....it’s just for a few hours. It’s fun.... “ Kim Taehyung could whine like no other. Korea’s top model, Taehyung or V as he liked to be called had a deep voice which could also do a full 180, making Hoseok’s ears ring, when the younger wasn’t getting his way. 

Like right now.

“Tae, i’m so fucking tired, i need a drink and a shower and I’m crashing into my bed. I am  not  bar hopping with you morons. I’m too old for that shit. “ Hoseok groaned, watching Taehyung and his photographer husband slur and sway after one drink too many. It was already a little past eleven in the night and he had every intention of sleeping for the next thirteen hours at the least. 

“Awww hyung...its not a bar...it’s a strip club ... Come on , hyung live a little. “ Jeon Jungkook was adorable,  like a bunny,  but also a brat that never took no for an answer. Together , the couple were pretty much indestructible. 

Too tired to argue with the two of them, he groaned .

It was going to be a long, long night. 

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The club was called Desire, nothing like the posh high end places Hoseok was used to. It wasn’t a dump or anything but the decor, the furnishings and the clientele all screamed middle class, which wasn’t Hoseok’s usual scene. 

At all. 

But apparently, Jungkook had stumbled on someone here during one of his photography stints. 

A dancer called the ‘ White Dove’. 

The White Dove was apparently, one of the most sought after dancers in the club, because she only performed twice a month. She didn’t do it for the money, no one knew why she did it. But according to Jungkook, she was the most sensuously arousing woman he had ever seen in his entire life. 

 she moves like water, Hyung, fluid and transient. ...like the laws of physics don’t apply to her body, it’s like magic. 

Which was high praise, coming from a gay man. 

A gay man who had actually majored in dance in college. 

And even Taehyung hadn’t even looked all that bothered, watching his husband sing praises about someone else’s body .

“Would love to have both of them in my bed at the same time hyung, how do i make that happen?” He’d asked, glassy eyed. 

Hoseok had gagged, elbowed him in the ribs and moved away. 

But his dongsaengs could be pretty darn insistent and so here he was, on a friday night, half asleep from exhaustion, stumbling behind Jungkook and Taehyung as they led him to a private room, at the back of the club. 

The room was wide, shaped like a semi circle, with an elevated stage up front. Just a couple of feet away from the stage, three sofas lines the curved edges of the wall. 

Taehyung and Jungkook lay wrapped around each other in the first one, closest to the door and Hoseok did not want to see them touching each other so he skipped the middle sofa, choosing to recline on the sofa in the farthest corner.

 A very dim light hung right over his head , offering very little by way of illumination but he supposed that was the point. The dancer would be distracted by a well lit audience. 

And while he had been quite opposed to the idea when the evening began, Hoseok couldn’t help but admit , that seated on the cheap maroon sofa, with tacky vinyl upholstery, in a dimly lit room, he couldn’t help but be intrigued.

Who  was  this woman?

“Hyung, you’ll love her!! She’s totally your type!” Jungkook called out excitedly . 

Hoseok threw an amused look at the pair, shaking his head before turning around to stare at the stage again. The lights in the low lying ceiling dimmed, the one on the stage turning on gradually and to his surprise, he felt his breath catch when the stage curtain moved, gentle ripples on the satin surface. 

Music began pouring in, smooth and sensual and intrigued and then a voice followed , feminine and soft.

“Good evening. I’m Elena .... or as they call me, the White Dove. Thank you for letting me entertain you tonight.” 

She sounded absolutely delectable and Hoseok felt his eyes widen, lips parting in shock at the voice.

Soft and sweet, dainty and almost elegant. 

Low and submissive, like she wanted nothing more than to make him happy. 

Like honey in his ears. 

It sounded so out of place , in this cheap dingy strip club. 

She sounded like a fucking princess. 

And then the curtains parted, revealing a petite, svelte figure.

 Hoseok sat up straighter, eyes wide as he stared at her. 

She wore a mask, covering the upper part of her face and leaving only her lush, plump lips on display. They were an alluring red, bright and radiant in the golden light. She was dressed in a small robe, full sleeved and falling to her knees , showing off her slim, curvy legs and her skin was honey tinted, smooth to his gaze. 

Hoseok swallowed and as he watched, she threw a smile, soft and gentle and absolutely serene. 

It was the smile that did it for him.

Innocent and altogether lovely, like the kind of smile you would give someone you had loved for a hundred thousand years and he felt himself aching for it, wanting more of that gentle voice, more of that dazzling smile. 

As he watched she stepped fully into the center, the light bathing her in gold as she lightly gripped the pole and stepped forwards fully, lips parted in a smile as she bowed. 

Hoseok had sat through enough strip shows to know that this was different. Elena took small, hesitant steps into the light, tugging on the belt around her waist, the short velvet robe sliding off her shoulder gently. 

Hoseok’s throat went dry when he saw what she was dressed in : A ruby red lingerie set, with satin bows along her neckline, applique orchids all across her torso , the hem of her dress stopping just an inch below her waist, revealing satin bikinis that hugged her ass so tight his finger itched . 

He wanted to touch so bad. 

She grabbed the fabric of the robe  and instead of tossing it away, she folded it, moving to place it on a chair in the corner of the stage, gently before tossing another smile, this time apologetic. 

“I’m sorry, i need to wear this again and I don’t want it to get dirty...” She giggled then , her voice like the tinkling of a bell and Hoseok was so gone , he couldn’t think straight anymore. 

He gripped the edge of the sofa, the last vestiges of sleep leaving his head. 

And then the music began, low and soothing and seductive and she began to move. 

Elena was a phenomenal dancer, that much was obvious in just the first minute. She moved easily, and perfectly, her long legs wrapping around the pole with ease, her hands gripping it with ease but it was her gaze that drew him in....

She clearly thought Tae and Jungkook were the only ones in the audience so she kept her gaze on them, hadn’t seen him at all and she looked at them with eyes that begged for approval. She smiled often, threw her hair back and jerked her shoulders in question, asking unsubtly if they liked it, and Jungkook and Taehyung responded with enthusiasm, cheerful shouts of “ so gorgeous, beautiful sweetheart....” filling the room.

Hoseok leaned back against the couch, his breath leaving him in a harsh exhale. 

This wasn’t the kind of woman he had been expecting.

 He had been prepared, for brash and bold and seductive and sensuous. A woman who knew how to use her body to get what she wanted.... The only kind of woman he had ever met in his entire life. 

But Elena.... 

She looked so desperate to please, so desperate to be good and it was evident in her eyes, the thirst for praise , for approval. She wanted to be good and she wanted someone to tell her that.... to tell her hat she was beautiful, that she was perfect , that she was absolutely scintillating and Hoseok wanted nothing more than to be that someone. 

To be the person who rained kissed all over her body, gentle touches all over her as he breathed praise into her ears, told her how perfect she was, how enchanting and how unreal she was. 

How she was the kind of woman he would never ever tire of......

The kind of woman who deserved to be worshipped on the satin sheets of his king sized bed. .

And he would. This wasn’t going to end like this, he thought , his heart pounding. It couldn’t. 

He felt his heart pound as the performance ended, as she stepped back into the limelight and bowed, all sweet smiles and gentle gratitude. 

Taehyung and Jungkook jumped to their feet applauding cheerfully and she laughed. 

“Thank you for coming today. I hope you enjoyed my little dance. I would love to see you again. “ She smiled, cheerful and bright. 

She finally turned to his side of the room, eyes widening when he finally pushed away from the shadows, moving into the pool of light in the middle of the room.

“You were absolutely gorgeous sweetheart.” He said gently.

Her eyes went wide, lips parting in surprise and e watched her eyes travel up and down his torso, catching on the lean width of his waist, tongue peeking out to lick her lips as her eyes stayed glued to the front of his crotch, where his rock hard dick was probably very poorly concealed. 

“You’re the one to blame for that, princess.” He said with smirk and her eyes jumped to his, a blush blooming on her cheeks so fast that it made his head swim. 

Fuck. 

Fuck she was gorgeous. 

He glanced at his friends, both of who were looking between him and the dancer with knowing looks. 

“Dinners on me tomorrow if you two leave right now.” Hoseok said softly. 

Laughing, the pair waved good bye, closing the door behind them. 

Elena stood on the stage, still staring at him like he was a full course meal and he moved back to the middle sofa, lowering himself down before spreading his legs and patting his thighs. 

“How much for a private....conversation?” He asked quietly.

She hesitated.

“I.. i need to ask the manager.” She said hesitantly. 

Hoseok felt a grin creeping up his face.

He pulled his phone out and dialed quickly. Less than a minute later, the manager stumbled in, bowing almost ninety degrees. 

“Mr. Jung.. you called?” The man was breathless.

“Elena and I are going to be occupied for the next hour or so.... I don’t want us to be disturbed.” 

The manager looked very surprised, glancing at her with wide eyes. 

“You want to... ?” He asked quickly and Elena blushed. Hoseok was oddly impressed that he had asked for her consent. Well at least this place wasn't as sleazy as it looked.  

“Just a conversation.” She whispered. Hoseok felt his eyebrow raise in surprise. 

Wait, did she really think he wanted a conversation? Had he been too subtle? Was the hard dick and the invitation to sit on his lap not forward enough? 

The man gave her a  confused look but nodded. 

“Of course Mr. Jung. Anything you like.” he bowed again and left , locking the door behind him. Hoseok glanced at her, watching as she slowly climbed down the stairs 

Elena hesitated, before slowly moving to get her robe. 

“Leave that.” He said , a little more sharply than he intended and she startled a little at his tone. 

“Okay.” She whispered, scratching the back of her neck nervously and smiling a little.

“I’m sorry...I don’t usually do this... I... I’m married.” She said with a laugh. 

Hoseok froze .

It felt a little like someone had dumped a whole entire barrel of ice cold water all over his head. 

Of course she was fucking taken. 

Of fucking course.....

He was such a fucking fool....

“Oh..” He croaked, voice breaking and even that single syllable dripped with so much disappointment  that she noticed. 

Her eyes flashed with something and she carefully climbed off the stage, walking up to him. He held his breath as she came closer, standing right between his spread legs. He wanted to touch but he wasn’t sure if he was allowed. 

Her hand rose up and he felt his breath catch when she lightly touched his hair, patting the strands carefully. 

“you have really thick hair.” She giggled. 

“Does you husband know you’re here?” He said softly. 

Her gaze flitted to him. 

“No. “ She said softly. And then she pressed in closer, enough that her knee brushed his thighs and he gripped her waist with both hands, instinctively.

“No?” 

She bit her lips, eyes shifting away from him.

“He doesn’t... understand.” She sighed. 

Intrigued, Hoseok tugged her closer and she tumbled into his lap. He pulled her in till she was seated on his thighs, legs thrown over the couch as she nestled into his chest. 

He gripped her harder and God, she felt like a delicate bird in his hand. His arms stayed firm but inordinately gentle around her, and he swallowed scared to move because he was afraid he would break her . Scared to let go because he was afraid she would fly way. 

“What doesn’t he understand sweetheart?” He prompted. 

She turned to look right at him and he wanted to take that mask off so badly. To see her face in all its glory. 

“That I need this...” She whispered.

“To dance...?” He prompted and she sniffled a little.

“No.” She whispered. And then her eyes met his again, bright and somehow desperate. 

“What then baby? Why are you here?” He asked although he could already suspect it.

“To be desired. “ She smiled that same sweet smile of hers.

And really, not even a saint could resist that breathtaking smile.

And Jung Hoseok was so , so far from a saint. 

She was the one who owed loyalty to the unknown husband. Not him. So he was going to just take what he was being offered. 

He grabbed her chin, tilting her face to kiss her hard, his tongue forcing its way in before she could get her bearings. She didn’t protest, her body going limp in his arms a he looped her arms around his neck. 

He flipped them over , till she was flat on her back on the couch and he was on her, grabbing her thighs and spreading her legs, grinding his clothed erection down into the heated center of her body as he kissed her. 

She whimpered, hands scrambling to clutch at his shoulders. as she kissed him back. And he wondered if she lied, telling him that she was married. There was a world of inexperience in her kiss , absolutely no finesse in the way she spread her legs wider, hips jerking up to chase friction. 

But what she lacked in experience, she more than made up for in enthusiasm.

“Relax baby... We don’t have to rush...” He kissed her again, drawing back to stare at her and she looked a little out of it. 

“Please.. I just... i need...” 

Something about the look on her face made him pause. It was a familiar look. He’d seen this look before. 

Not in the last decade no, but ....that desperate, confused inexperience took him all the way back to his senior year in  high school when the Queen Bee , Kang Sejin had finally agreed to let him fuck her. 

For the first time. 

Hoseok stilled completely, refusing to believe it. 

How old was this girl underneath him? She couldn’t be younger than twenty five. 

“How old are you?” He demanded.

She stopped trying to yank him closer and went still, staring at him and licking her lips. 

“I’m twenty seven.” She said finally and he frowned.

“You’ve done this before right?” He asked stupidly. 

Of course she had...she said she was married for fuck’s sake. 

But her eyes widened and she looked away and oh. 

Oh. 

What the actual fuck....

Hoseok scrambled off her, his head swimming with disbelief. She choked out a sob and sat up, hugging herself and he felt his heart break when he saw the tears swell, spilling over her lashes and God, that pout on her face. 

“Elena.... “ He held his hand out, wanting to touch her again but she scrambled to her feet and backed away. 

“I’m so sorry... i don’t know what I was thinking...” She bowed, her tears flowing freely now. “ Please...forget this ever happened...” 

Hoseok stared at her as she ran up to stage, grabbing her robe and disappearing behind the curtain quickly. 

He stood there, still painfully aroused as he tried to process what he’d just learned. 

A virgin, he thought in sheer disbelief. 

The stripper I nearly fucked right now is a fucking virgin. 

His legs stopped working as he collapsed on the sofa. 

So much for unwinding on a Friday. 

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“Listen, I know this is dumb but you really need to stop bringing this up so often.” My husband gave me an annoyed glare, his handsome face scrunched in impatience as he stuffed a couple of files into his leather briefcase. 

“Why ? We’re married... we’ve been married for four months now!! Why won’t you touch me?! “ i demanded, exhausted and tired and so guilty. 

Guilty because I’d come so close to cheating on him. 

“Because i don’t get a hard on when i look at you. Because I never wanted to fucking marry you in the first place.!!” He snarled and i bit my lips feeling my heart hurt at the familiar words, the pang still just as painful as the first time he’d said those words to me. 

“But you did...” I reminded him, following him to the door. He growled, throwing the shoe closet open and grabbing his work shoes. 

“Elena... I’m not in the mood for this.” He said sternly.” I’m running late and Hoseok ssi’s supposed to be inspecting our department today. Do you have any idea what an important man he is? I need this meeting to be perfect if I want to get that promotion.... I can’t let anything distract me.” 

“I’m your wife...not a distraction!!” I protested. 

He ignored me, tying his laces and giving me one last look of loathing. 

“if this doesn’t work for you, call your fucking parents and go back to that no good village of yours. We’ll get a fucking divorce and I’ll stop paying for your parents Hospital bills and then we’ll see how you survive.” 

I stared at him, hurt and upset. 

“Yesung...”

“I need to go. “ He stormed out of the house, slamming the door shut behind him. 

I let out a shaky breath, my hands trembling as I tried to get my bearings. It was so hard, doing this. Waking up day after day to cater to his every need and i wondered if it had even been worth it, agreeing to marry him just for the chance to pay for my parents. 

Surely, there could have been another way? 

Why had I agreed? 

My mind flashed to the gorgeous man in the club the previous night. 

 How much for a private conversation.....

 For a second i had been tempted. 

I had actually considered asking him to pay me in return for sex. Maybe if he wanted to do it more than once.... Maybe he could keep me with him. 

And then I could use the money to pay for my parents’ care and i could divorce Yesung. 

Surely that was better than being shunned in your own home? Being made to feel ugly and unappealing. 

I had been so close to doing it last night. So so close and then that man---he had somehow sensed it. Sensed that I hadn’t ever had sex before. 

How embarrassing that had been. He had guessed that I was a virgin and I couldn’t help but wonder how. 

What had i done wrong? i had hugged him, kissed him back and yet he had realized that i had no idea what i was doing or what i wanted. 

How humiliating that had been. 

I bit my lips.

I missed dancing. 

Twice a month in some sleazy club hardly made up for fifteen years of training to be a dancer.  

I missed the ballet school that I had to quit when my dad lost his job.

 I missed Busan. 

I missed my old life so bad. 

Sighing I went back to the kitchen to fix my breakfast when my eyes fell on the packed lunch and i groaned. 

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Yesung’s company was easily the most luxurious building I’d ever been. Thankfully, I’d dressed well enough, a yellow summer dress with floral prints. I’d left my hair down, even put on makeup. I looked pretty and i wanted nothing more than for my husband to look at me with a little appreciation. 

Yesung was a tall, very handsome man and i had really genuinely liked him when his parents had offered to set us up for  a  seon.

 He had seemed genuinely interested and it was the only reason I’d agreed to marry him. But apparently, his parents had forced him into the whole thing and he felt nothing but deep resentment for me. 

It was so unfair but i wasn’t ready to give up yet. 

I had every intention of winning my husband over. 

The lady at the reception gave me a visitor’s Id and told me where I could find my husband and I quickly walked over to elevators, nervous because I was the only one in flashy summer colors, all the employees dressed in muted tones of brown and grey. Flushing, I kept my head low as the elevator climbed all the way to the seventeenth floor. When I stepped out of the elevator, I caught sight of Yesung at once. He was talking to a tall man, who had his back towards me . 

“Yesung!! “ i called out brightly. “ You forgot your lunch!!” I held the bag up and my husband’s eyes snapped to me widening in surprise. 

I smiled and kept walking until the man talking to my husband turned around. 

My smile froze on my face, my brain processing the very familiar features. 

I stopped walking , my legs stalling . 

No. 

Oh, God no.

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“Yesung!  You forgot your lunch!!” 

Hoseok felt his entire heart turn over in his ribcage at the sound of  that  voice. 

No.. No way...it couldn’t  be.

 He turned around, stunned and his eyes caught a flash of lovely yellow, bright and incandescent in the dreary dullness of the office and oh god, it was her. 

It was Elena. 

She looked like sunshine.... Like one of those yellow tulips you saw in wall papers. Fresh and beautiful and even more breathtaking in the bright light of day and Hoseok felt like his brain had been fried. 

She had seen him too and the look on her face said it all. 

Guilt and horror flashed in rapid succession and those lips....those cherry red lips he’d tasted three days ago....they parted in shock. 

Hoseok felt his mouth go dry as she went completely still. 

“I’m so sorry sir... I don’t know why she came here!!” Kang Yesung’s voice drew him to the present and he frowned, watching as the man stalked over to her. His fists clenched as he saw the man grip her arm, hard. 

Elena winced, looking hurt and something in Hoseok just snapped.

Completely forgetting where he was , who he was.... he stalked over , hands coming up to shove Yesung hard. The man, completely taken by surprise, stumbled and fell , crashing into the filling cabinets with a loud noise. 

Everyone in the office went still, staring at him in sheer disbelief 

And he knew exactly what they were thinking?

Did the Sunshine  CEO just physically assault an employee? Was the world ending? 

Hoseok stared at Elena.

“Are you alright? “ He whispered. 

She was gawking at him, but also rubbing the skin where Yesung had grabbed her and before he could stop himself, he was reaching for her arm, brushing her own fingers away and stroking the skin with his. 

“That looks like its going to bruise.” He whispered. 

He whirled to glare at Yesung, who had pulled himself together and was now staring between Hoseok and Elena, shock written all over his features.

“Is this your code of conduct when it comes to women, Mr. Kang?” His voice came out loud and angry , almost a furious snarl. 

Yesung turned an ugly shade of red. 

“She’s my wife sir. She ...she knows she can’t visit me ...” Yesung was gaping at him. 

“So you’re going to assault her?” He demanded. 

Yesung closed his mouth quickly. 

“Are you alright, El-” He stopped himself , “ Mrs Kang.” 

She was looking at the floor.

“Yes , sir.” Her voice shook and he could see her hands trembling. The urge to draw her into his arms was so overwhelming he had to clench his fists to stop himself. 

“Jungkook! “ He called for his assistant. “ Please drop Mrs. Kang back home. Make sure she doesn’t need anything else.” 

Jungkook bowed and smiled wide at her.

“Please, this way, Mrs. Kang.” 

Hoseok stared at her and she glanced at him, one small fleeting glance heavy with guilt and confusion and worry. 

He closed his eyes, trying to get his palpitating heart under control.

Oh, God he was in so much trouble. 

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Also please give this fic a lot of love!!!!! My baby never gets the love he deserves!!! 

author’s Note : 

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

i LOVE jUNG hOSEOK. 

THAT’S IT THAT’S THE TEA. 

Feedback is how you repay me so don’t be shy <3 

[mandoalorian]

Sugar and Spice [Maxwell Lord x Reader] - Chapter 5

Summary: When you are evicted from your apartment by your toxic ex boyfriend and have no place to go, who do you turn to? Alone in the city as the countdown to Christmas begins, you find yourself applying for a job as the assistant of the world’s biggest entrepreneur; Maxwell Lord. Little do you know, he has other intentions for you. No doubt about it, this Christmas will truly be like no other.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Smut, mentions of a previous verbally abusive relationship, typical 80s misogyny (but very little of it), mentions of food and drink, alcohol consumption. This is a sugardaddy x sugarbaby fic soooo… a daddy k!nk too oops.

But in this chapter - Maxwell's mother is ~annoying~, general fluffiness and feelings.

Author’s note: OOOOH, it's starting to get interesting guys! More of Maxwell's mother… let me know what you think please! I hope you enjoy! 

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You weren't sure what time it was when you woke up, but the beams of golden sunlight were already seeping through the curtains and, although quiet, you could hear some kind of commotion going on downstairs. The bed was amazing. It was so soft and warm, and enormous, so you were able to stretch your arms and legs out like a starfish. You couldn't help but smile when you remembered the night before; the restaurant, the signing of the contract and the amazing sex. You pursed your lips together and closed your eyes, hoping to get a few more hours of uninterrupted sleep.

Just then, you heard a crash and a yell and your eyes shot open. "Get out!" You heard Maxwell cry and you rubbed your eyes, feeling a confused but tired look wash over your face.

Another voice followed his; feminine but just as angered. It was incoherent to you, probably because it was mazed in between the many walls and rooms of his penthouse. You yawned and stumbled out of bed, still in your little black dress from the night before. You padded over to the mirror and checked your appearance. You hadn't been washed so your makeup was smudged and your hair was knotty. You didn't know who was downstairs but you didn't want to meet them in that dress. You walked into your en suite bathroom and splashed warm water over your face, taking some soap and begging to get washed. You considered getting a shower but you weren't exactly sure what the protocol right now was.

If he was your boyfriend, sure. You'd happily take a shower in his home. But then again, you'd also be sharing a bed with him. You found it difficult to understand why he didn't want to sleep with you after sex but you managed to brush of the feeling. It was your first time and maybe he wasn't used to the company. Nevertheless, it hurt. You wished it didn't hurt. You were his sugar baby and there was essentially no string attached; at least not ones of value and importance like of what a relationship might have.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, sighing at the way the dress slouched over your tired body in the morning. You ached to change into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Nevertheless Maxwell Lord was a bachelor and it would be incredibly unlikely to find any clothes of your size just lying about in his penthouse.

You quietly left the guest bedroom, walking down the hallway. You remembered that he had told you his own bedroom was just two doors down. You stood before the closed door and knocked on it gently, but there was no answer. You slowly and carefully opened it, without making a sound, and tiptoed in. It was empty, his bed was unmade, his clothes were scattered untididly on the floor. Okay… so he wasn't in his bedroom. You went to leave but something stopped you. When would you ever find yourself in Maxwell Lord's bedroom? Instead, you took a further step inside, your feet sinking into the plush carpet, a shut the door behind you.

His bedroom was magnificent— twice the size of the guest bedroom you had stayed in. You didn't know how it was possible but his bed was even bigger than yours. He had his own balcony, and other doors leading elsewhere into the penthouse. There were dressers and bookshelves embellished in gold and mirrors that fit the whole wall, although you were beginning to expect nothing less than extravagant from Maxwell Lord.

Nosily, you walked through his room, opening the two doors that were opposite you. One led into an en suite bathroom, and the other led into a walk in closet. You were quick to shut the bathroom door, not really having any interest in scoping out a rich man's bathroom, but you found yourself completely stunned when you pondered into the walk in closet. You smiled, sure you'd be able to find something in here to change into. By the looks of it, he had thousands of items of clothes. You took a closer look and noticed they had all been ordered by the name of the designer. You chuckled, shaking your head, thinking it was typical of a man like Max. You were almost certain you could find some kind of comfortable outfit to change into. You two had slept together— you doubted that he would care that you had stolen some of his clothes. You wondered how many other women had worse his clothes and your stomach churned at the thought.

You spent a long ten minutes raking through his closet. It couldn't be possible. Did this man seriously own no casual clothes? At this point, you just wanted to see Maxwell Lord in some sweats and a hoodie. You wanted to laugh, imagining the CEO dressed in such a way. He mustn't have known what comfort is. You pulled out an inconspicuous white shirt, which he had thousands of, and held it against your body in the mirror. Sliding off your dress, you put on his shirt, realising you were completely naked underneath. You grimaced, remembering that your panties were probably still in the conference room, absolutely ruined from your arousal. Luckily, the shirt hung down to just above your knees. Still, you felt uncomfortable meeting whoever was with Maxwell wearing no underwear. What were you going to do?

You decided to find out if Maxwell was more of a boxers or briefs type guy. You went through his drawers and picked out a pair of soft Calvin's, pulling them up your legs. You couldn't help but laugh when you saw yourself in the mirror. Talk about overstepping. Nevertheless you shook your head and with a walk of confidence, you padded into the kitchen.

"The president thinks you're going to be there, Maxwell. Are you crazy? You are not going to stand-up the president of our great country. It would embarrass me, but most of all it would embarrass your father. He'd be turning in his grave if he knew you planned on making a fool out of his business like that." A woman with tight blonde curls and a ruby red frown shouted. You froze at the door frame when you overheard the conversation.

Maxwell and the older lady turned to face you in unison. The lady looked horrified when she saw you, her hand clutching her heart dramatically. Maxwell opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish, his brown eyes wide as he took in your appearance. He thought you looked amazing, despite your tired eyes and messy hair. The way you looked in his shirt made him want to ravish you in that very moment. His heart was doing loopdaloops, racing wildly. He was softening for you.

"Oh-" you stammered out, raising both of your hands defensively. "I'm sorry, am I overstepping?" you asked, biting your lip.

"Overstepping into my son's closet, it looks like." Snarled the lady who you now identified as Maxwell's mother. You knew you recognised her from somewhere. It must've been from the painting in his office when you had first met him. "Maxwell, who on God's great planet is this whore you've picked up?" she spat, disgusted.

You knotted your eyebrows together and folded your arms across your chest. "What did you just call me?" you gritted out furiously.

When Maxwell sensed your anger he panicked and stood up. He knew better not to fight with his mother over her ingrained misogyny, but you didn't. "Ladies please." he said, trying to remain as calm as possible. He shot you an apologetic look. "Come sit with me, join me for breakfast." Maxwell pulled out the seat next to him and ushered you over. You sighed in defeat and sat next to him.

"Well?" Maxwell's mother found her hand on her hip as she stared you out.

"Well what?" Maxwell sighed, taking a sip of his black coffee and closing his newspaper.

"Who is she?" yelled his mother.

"Remember when you told me to stop fucking my assistants? Because they'd give me a lawsuit or whatever? Well, I hired someone. We went through a legal contract last night so she's not going to sue me, and then I let her stay the night." 

Maxwell Lord's mother looked at you like you had grown a second head. "What's going on exactly?" you leaned into Maxwell and whispered in his ear.

"Will talk about it later." he promised you.

Just then, Maxwell Lord's mother screamed. You stiffened up and turned to Maxwell, who looked like he was used to it. How could he be used to that screaming crazy bitch standing in his penthouse talking to him like that? You wanted to knock the pearl earrings out of her lobes. But hitting your boss’s mother might cost you your job.

"Don't get any foolish ideas Maxwell, she's not going to the Christmas gala!" his mother reprimanded with a warning tone. "Reagan's daughter, Margaret, has agreed to have drinks with you! Think about what a relationship with her could do for your company."

Maxwell scowled. "I have no interest in Margaret."

"Do you have interest in that little slut? Who steals your clothes and helps herself to your waffles?" You froze up, slowly removing your fingers from Maxwell's breakfast plate.

"I don't care if she eats my waffles! Please mother, just leave us alone. See yourself out." Maxwell sighed and you tried to stifle a laugh. You popped a blueberry in your mouth and she raised an eyebrow when she screamed again, stomping her heels and storming out of the apartment, slamming the door behind her.

You burst out into laughter. You couldn't hold it back anymore. Maxwell's head snapped in your direction and he shot you a confused glance. You pulled his plate and took his knife and fork before eating his waffles.

"Hey that's my breakfast!" he pointed his finger and you laughed harder. He couldn't help but smile. A genuine smile that was so rarely seen on Maxwell Lord.

"I thought you said you didn't mind if I ate your waffles," you said in between breaths of laughter. He rolled his eyes as you centred the plate, and both of you began to eat from it. "Your mother is batshit crazy." you told the businessman, licking the syrup from your lips.

"Yeah, I know," Maxwell ran a hand through his hair. "This is why I never invite girls to stay the night. She'll come over in the morning and scare them away."

"Well, it takes a lot to scare me." you smiled and his own smile only grew when he saw the way your eyes sparkled like diamonds.

In the silence, Maxwell wanted to tell you how beautiful you looked. He thought you couldn't look any more beautiful than you did last night in the black dress, but there was something so angelic about seeing you with no makeup on and wearing one of his shirts. He cleared his throat, opting against the gesture. There was no need for him to play up an unnecessary romance in this arrangement. He shook away his feelings and took another sip of his coffee.

"We're going shopping today." he told you matter of factly.

"We are?" you asked. "What for?"

"The gala." he flicked to the next page of his newspaper.

"Your mother made it quite clear I wasn't invited." you sighed.

Maxwell turned to you and placed a hand on your thigh. "Darling," he said, and your heart done an excited flip. "It's my gala. I want you by my side." he rubbed comforting circles into your skin before sliding his hand further up. He knotted his eyebrows together when his hands came up to his boxer shorts. He lifted the hem up of your shirt and saw you were wearing his Calvin's. His eyes widened.

"Oh- I can explain-" you chuckled awkwardly.

Maxwell shook his head and said your name, his voice stern. "It's fine, but I'm going to have to ask that you don't go into my bedroom without my permission."

You paused, feeling your cheeks heat up with embarrassment. It felt like he was hiding something from you. You sighed. Even if he was, it shouldn't matter to you. You were just an arrangement to him. The words stung as you recalled what he had said to you last night. A business deal.

"Okay." you replied, pushing the plate of breakfast away and standing up.

"Good girl." Maxwell smirked and you felt that familiar fire set alight in your stomach.

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Damon Salvatore x Reader One Shot | Katerina’s Sabotage Part 5

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Includes: Violence, murder, harsh language, childbirth, and blood

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A/N: Italicized is when characters are speaking in Bulgarian

*Bulgaria; 1490*

Katerina's screams filled the room once more as her mother encouraged her to keep going and get this child out of her. All the Petrova's were panicking, rumbling in Bulgarian until they heard a baby's cry join her mother's pants. 14-year-old Y/N grinned at her sister, who had sweat glistening her face. The younger Petrova hugged her sister who's breathing began to mellow down.

"It's a girl," their mother announced and held up the newborn in her arms.

"A girl?" Both sisters questioned, and their mother nodded.

"Please, mother . . . . let me see her," Katerina begged and held out her hand for her child.

"Woman, don't! What are you doing?" Their father cut in, and the three women snapped their heads around. Mrs. Petrova quickly stood up and gave the baby to the man.

"Let Katerina hold her at least once . . . . just once . . . . at least once," Y/N pleaded to her father, feeling bad for her older sister.

"Forget it . . . . you have disgraced this family!" her father then ran out with the buddle of blankets in his arms.

"Father, please! No, father, no! No!" Katerina screeched and tried to get up, but Y/N held her back.

"No, Katerina. It's better for her! It's better for her!" her mother yelled, and Katerina clung onto Y/N's blood-covered dress.

"No, mother, please," the young girl sobbed.

"Let her go . . . . let her go, Katerina," Y/N whispered to her sister.

"Please, Y/N . . . ."

~:*:~

*Mystic Falls, Virginia: Hospital; Present Day*

Caroline was passed out in her bed with the humming of the tv show she was watching in the background. She then woke up with a groan and rubbed her heavy eyes. She turned around and gasped to see someone standing over her bed. "Elena?" she panicked, and Y/N tilted her to examine the blonde girl. She was so tired that the ancestor of her friend looked like her.

"Hi, Caroline," Y/N muttered, and Caroline sighed, covering her eyes in exhaustion.

"What are you doing here?" the Forbes asked with a sigh.

"My name is Y/N . . . ." Y/N walked closer to Caroline's bed, who suddenly tensed. "I was hoping you could give the Salvatore brothers a message for me," the Pierce snarled.

"What are you talking about? What message? Why do you look so much like Elena?" Caroline groaned, still thinking it was Elena and she was going insane.

"Game on," Y/N whispered before shoving a pillow into Caroline's face. The blonde screamed and began struggling under Y/N grasp on her. She tried desperately to get the pillow off her face so she could breathe but end up hitting her hand on the side of the bed. That was her last action before her body went limp. Y/N removed the pillow and looked down at the deceased girl. She shook her head at the stupidness of the people in this town and strutted out of the hospital.

~:*:~

*Mystic Falls, Virginia: Mystic Falls Carnival; Present Day*

As another ding rang from the bell near the arm wrestling competition, Damon chuckled as Stefan walked away from Mason Lockwood after he had just tried to beat him. "You didn't put in any effort at all," Damon commented.

"Yeah, actually, I did," Stefan whispered, and the older Salvatore raised an eyebrow.

"Come with me," the two brothers walked to a more secluded spot. "Is he-"

"No, no, no. It wasn't that kind of strength, but it was more than human if that makes sense," Stefan explained, and Damon groaned.

"What is up with that family? If they're not vampires, then what the hell are they?" Damon hissed.

"Ooh. Uh, maybe they're, uh, ninja turtles," a feminine voice came from behind them. Damon whipped around, and Stefan looked around his brother to see the younger Pierce sister.

"You're not funny," Damon spat at her, and she pouted.

"Or, no, zombies. Werewolves," she added and smiled mischievously.

"No comedic timing at all," the vampire barked, and Y/N huffed.

"Well, I'm working on it. But have you seen my dear friend Caroline? I'm looking for her," the Pierce asked, trying to look as innocent as possible.

"Since when do you know Caroline? Let alone be all buddy-buddy," Damon sniggered, and Y/N rolled her eyes.

"Look, I know you're bitter, Damon, because I snapped your neck but get over yourself. I don't love you anymore. So just shut up and point the way to Caroline. I need to make sure she drinks human blood," she replied, and both Salvatore's eyes popped out of their sockets.

"What?" Stefan hissed, and the Pierce glanced at them.

"Did you not know? I visited barbie in the hospital. She did not want to die," with Y/N rolling her eyes, she walked away with both Salvatores trying to stop her. Y/N searched for Caroline but eventually got too bored and uninterested to care. So instead, she played some carnival games.

She was in the middle of ring tose when she heard loud gasping coming from the carnival's outskirts. She glanced over her shoulder to see the blonde girl that is Caroline Forbes. The Pierce smirked and handed the vendor her cash before stuttering over to Caroline.

"Hey, friend, it's been too long!" Y/N exclaimed, and Caroline whipped around.

"Wha-what did you do to me?" she teenager cried.

"I turned you," Y/N said, and Caroline looked even more freaked out. "Okay, well, technically, you have to drink blood to turn, but that'll be easy. But! Based on the fact that I can't hear your heart! Oh, Caroline! You did it! I'm so proud of you!" the vampire jumped up and down.

"What am I?" Caroline sobbed.

"Here. Let me show you. Come on," Y/N latched onto the Forbes's hand and forced her to a picnic table where a man sat. Caroline grunted from hearing the blood being pumped through the man's body. The girls then noticed his nose was bleeding, and Y/N sneered.

"Can I help you two?" The man asked, and Y/N walked up to him.

"Don't scream and don't move a muscle," she compelled, and the man froze in place, his eyes wide. Y/N turned around and nudged Caroline. "Go on, blondie."

"No, no, I can't-" Y/N cut her off with a groan.

"Fine. I have to show you everything, I guess," the Pierce complained and went back to the man. She tilted his head to the side and, without hesitation, sunk her teeth into his neck. He didn't make a sound or even fidget. Y/N pulled away, and in seconds of Caroline seeing the blood, she jumped and began her feeding.

Less than five minutes had passed before the man died of blood loss and both Caroline and Y/N were full. Y/N was pleased while Caroline was crying her eyes to death. Damon then walked up to the two other vampires as Y/N dragged her thumb along the blood on her lip.

"He's dead. I killed him," Caroline sobbed. Damon gazed at Y/N with depressed eyes, but she showed no sign of emotion.

"We," Y/N corrected. Damon continued to stare at his past girlfriend, and she held up three fingers and mouth, "three down. Two to go." She winked at him.

It was a matter of time before the man was completely drained, and Y/N was getting ready to bury him. She was finishing up when Stefan and Elena arrived.

"Y/N! Y/N stop!" Stefan yelled.

"Oh, give it a rest, Stefan! Her switch is turned off. Do you really think she's going to listen!" Damon snapped, and Y/N stopped feeding for a minute. She knew she disappointed everyone by turning off her emotions and that everyone hated her now, but she would never imagine Damon giving up on her. He would hate her along with the others but would never lose all hope. That's not who he was. Or at least, who she remembered him as.

A nerve clicked. Y/N stood up slowly. Hopped off the picnic table. Ground her teeth together as tightly as she could without it being noticeable. And walked away without a single word. The man's blood still surrounding her mouth.

~:*:~

She couldn't stop her desperate sobbing and choking on cries. She also wanted to stand and head to a hotel, but she remained sitting alone in the woods. She was disgusted with herself. She killed an innocent girl for sport, turned her into a monster, and forced her to feed. She ruined this girl's life. Every other event in and outside the tomb was a blur except for the bad parts. She killed a teenage boy and a man. For what reason? She didn't know what. The worst part about being washed over with a tsunami of feelings was the ones she had for Damon.

He watched her do all those things! He watched her become a monster! She turned him into a demon and left him alone to figure it out. She ruined the time they had together. And she ruined their entire relationship. It was like a constant stabbing in her lifeless heart, and she couldn't stand it.

Through her screams of terror, she heard commotion going on where she and Caroline fed. With a stumble, she stood up and walked out of the woods. What she saw made her cry even more. A Bennett witch, no doubt, was glaring at Damon, who was holding his head in pain with a line of fire creeping up on him.

"Stop!" the Pierce screeched once the flames licked his black pants. Elena, who was for some reason still there, looked up from warning Bonnie. She saw Y/N run towards them with tears streaming down her face and held in a puzzled look.

"Please! Please stop! You're going to kill him! Please!" Y/N shouted to the witch, who never lost focus. Damon continued to thrash, which made Y/N sprint up to Bonnie and tackle her. She lost concentration and hit her head on the concrete, causing a groan to escape her lips. The fire immediately went out, and everyone looked over to Damon, who was struggling to get up.

"Damon," Y/N whispered and hurled herself off Bonnie to go to her lover. The Pierce went down to the ground and put Damon's face in her hands, trying to make him look at her. She kept muttering his name until his shocked eyes met hers. She let out a sob before crushing her lips onto his.

"Damon. Damon, I'm so sorry, please forgive me. Please, Damon," she pleaded, but Damon was too flustered to reply. "Say something. Damon, say something."

Once the Salvatore came back down to Earth, he saw the sparkle in Y/N eyes return even if it was covered with tears. "God, I missed you," he mumbled and reconnected their kiss. Y/N broke it and smiled, the tears still making waves down her cheeks. She placed her forehead against his and couldn't stop crying till the next morning.

A/N: This is the end of the mini-series cause I kinda lost motivation

[singeramg]

Ruin Me

Quick little reader insert imagine based off this post. Based off a non-ask...

*Update: Now a full length story! Check out Masterlist for my chapters?*

Pairing:  CEO! Henry Cavill x Female! Reader

Rating: M

Warnings: Power imbalance, dom! Henry, sub! reader, fingering, dirty talk...

Song choice: Funny How Time Flies- Meshell Ndegeocello

PART 2 HERE

  “ Y/N can you bring me a cup of coffee...please.”

His voice wasn’t raised but his tone told you all you needed to know. 

He was not happy. Not happy at all. 

He had called you from the phone in his office, not even bothering to call through the door or better yet come to the door himself which he usually did when he needed something from you and was in a good mood. You don’t dwell on it much and you get to your feet, and hustle over to break room to make a fresh pot of coffee. 

It doesn’t take long; you wait the ten minutes to brew, taking note that your coworkers are packing up for the night. You look at the clock and realize you better do the same.

Although you have nowhere special to be the last thing you wanted to do on a Friday night was spend more time at the office. You didn’t complain much, the job wasn’t had for you. You hadn’t been with the company long but you were sure you liked it thus far.

You were Executive Assistant to the CEO of Cavill Industries. a company he started with his brothers years ago and had grown to be a world wide force. Henry Cavill may not have been the eldest brother but he certainly was the most determined and invested of the 5 and more so than any man you had met. This was why they made him the CEO. 

You also thought that had something to do with the fact that he honestly was the best looking brother out of all of them.

The face of the company.

He had to stand out in a crowd, oh and Henry Cavill certainly did.

You could admit to no one but yourself that you had found him extremely attractive during your third and final interview where you finally got to meet him. If he wasn’t your boss, he would be exactly the type of guy you went for in terms of looks. Tall, dark curly hair, a jawline that could cut glass, dazzling smile and  sharp blue eyes that seemed to pinpoint everything 

Including any mistakes you made.

He had made adjusting to this new job hard for you.

Pointing out every mistake, forcing you to redo whole reports that people who got paid a lot more than you should have been doing

But nooooo

He ‘trusted ‘ a.k.a could hover over you while you fixed it.’ causing more late nights and overtime than you cared to think about.

Forget a social life, everything had to be about him.

You had to be everything. 

In your job interview nobody had mentioned you would be basically in charge of his life. 

Dry Cleaning, arranging his groceries to be delivered, you were even his dog walker on the days he brought his cute Akita Kal-El to the office. 

Yea that was totally fun in the heels he forced you into everyday.

You had tried wearing respectable flats after your first week with sore feet and he vetoed that almost immediately. 

Saying it wasn’t “seemly“ and that you were the assistant to the CEO and you should dress like it. Needless to say half of the time you wanted to slap him. The other time you were ridiculously turned on. I mean despite being an ass sometimes he played right into your masochistic streak. The way he spoke to you, wasn’t nasty but it had a very direct way that left no room for arguing or confusion. Just like with the heels. You normally would have argued your point, maybe even seen if he would come to some sort of compromise but you didn’t with him. You just kept the flats in your car and a pair under your desk for when you were sitting at your desk and for the days he was out of office. 

That sort of sneaky was not like you at all. You just preferred to pull off the band-aid so to speak, but Mr. Cavill was not for any of that.

All you said to him when the response he wanted was obvious was a yes sir or no sir. 

You made his coffee just as he liked two cubes of sugar, and a splash of cream. He always would like three extra cubes of sugar on the side, adding the extras depending on how his day had been going. The more sugar added the better his day. You walk as smooth as you can to his office, the large dark door. You don’t bother to knock, sliding open the door to his office, begging your heels not to catch on the floor. You sit his coffee on the desk, to his right, and far enough from his hand that he doesn’t accidentally knock it over. 

You smooth out your black mid length dress, and try not to fidget with your red belt that gives a retro theme to the look, and you even had a red purse and red blazer to wear with it (which you had ditched mid-morning). You slip back out the door when he doesn’t look at you. You pick up the tablet you use to keep track of everything on a mobile basis. You pull up his calendar and head back into the large office. 

The office itself had never intimidated you despite the large solid oak desk in the middle of the room. It felt open because of the floor to ceiling windows that had automatic curtains that came down on command. You actually loved his office despite the fact that you didn't spend a lot of time in it. You re-enter his office, and stand in front of the desk looking down at the calendar.

   “Okay before the day ends I would like to go over your schedule for the weekend.”

He finally looked up at you, his blue eyes giving direct contact, that you couldn’t hold and went back to the glowing tablet, where the sun was starting to set outside. 

  “You have a dinner meeting tonight which starts at 6:30pm; a 30 minute commute time which means you need to be out of here in the next 45 minutes,  if you would like to arrive with your 15 minute grace period as normal.”

He doesn’t say anything at first, then takes off the reading glasses off his face and tosses them on the desk.

  “Continue.”

  “ Not too many things on the agenda for this weekend except for family brunch on Sunday. Your mother requests you arrive on time this time.”

You regulate a smirk to the side of your mouth.

  “I’ve arranged for a bouquet of flowers to be delivered to your house by 9am for you to take over there to her.”

  “I don’t suppose I have any missed messages from today?”

You look at him confused.

  “Ummm....no. Were you expecting a call?”

He sighs and rubs the temples of his head, clearly upset something.

  “No...yes...don’t worry about it. You’ve already arranged for a car for me?”

Yep, he was upset and he was not about to share it with you. You didn’t press him, only prayed it didn’t result in a hell of a clean-up for you later. You had been the bad guy with no less than 4 woman, all of them glaring and spiting nasty vitriol at you when you wouldn’t give them access to Henry. You had seen them all come and go.

  “Yes.”

He looks you over, getting to his feet, walking over to the door you knew to be an en-suite bathroom and keeping his extra changes of clothes.

  “ Do you have any plans for tonight?”

He asks you suddenly and puts you on the spot. You don’t even have a lie to cover up how pitiful your life was, but you had to try. He didn’t need to know you don’t have anything planned tonight but a glass of wine and catching up on your TV shows you missed for all the overtime you’ve been working. 

  “Yes.”

  “Like what?”

He asks almost immediately as if knowing you were lying. You had to try and get out of some crazy overtime he was known for. You didn’t want another late night in the office.

 “Ummm...”

As noted earlier you didn’t think well on the spot. He raises an eyebrow at you.

 “You know I don’t appreciate liars Y/N. Anyhow if you are done lying to me, the meeting for tonight requires a...feminine touch.”

 “Feminine touch?”

You echo. He goes into the closet and you can hear him changing. You try not to think about him behind the wall.

 “Yes. The people I am meeting with require a bit of finesse. The negotiations always go better when we bring our women to the meetings.”

“Soo... would you like me to call someone for you. I can have a dress sent over in their size to smooth the deal over.”

He laughs at you.

  “No. Grab your things and call the car service to get here in 10 minutes.”

  “ What stop the press? Are you putting me out of the office before you for once?”

You quip at him. He comes from around the corner his attire changed into a black button down shirt, left with the top few unbuttoned. He adjusts the sleeves and looks up with you.

  “No you are going with me Y/N and we must hurry, you are going to require another dress.”

  “But...”

  “No buts. I need you and you are wasting time.”

He picks up a black suit jacket, his cologne hitting you with an umpf he walks by you to get to the car...

*********

The dinner had gone great from what you could tell. You saw a whole other side of Henry. One that was only observed under the rarest of occasions. 

At least for you.

Overall you weren’t asked for much, Henry had bought you another black dress only this one was a bit more leggy than you were used to around such important people. Its spaghetti strapped and sweetheart neckline, offering way more cleavage than you would ever consider wearing around him, but Henry had literally come in with you, pulling it from the rack along with a few other choices and this was the tamest all the options he left you. You damn near had a panic attack in the dressing room. The women in the boutique had fixed your hair and makeup in the little amount of time you had, once again at Henry’s behest. You hadn’t be so pulled together since... well you couldn’t remember....

Henry had even been nice to you all evening, but you knew it was all an act, even if your body did respond to the compliments and lingering looks, the smile he would shoot you, he had even let his hands skim across your lower back. 

You did your best not to read into anything. Had even gone along with the little game he was playing, being over sweet, playing with the curls on the nape of his neck, your hands lingering on his arms. Enough to suggest without being outwardly desperate and trashy. You were ever the smiling damsel to his associates, laughing at the jokes, ignoring the sexist comments about your dress or the ‘arm candy’ they referred to you as, despite it pissing you off.

You stayed to yourself most for the ride back to the office, and he stays quiet as well. Only then once the car parks do you realize in your haste earlier you left your keys upstairs. He insists he needs to come up as well to grab some files from his desk. You offer to bring them back down but he insists. You scurry to your desk, not finding them in the drawer where you usually kept your purse. 

You don’t see them. You panic and look for them intensely.

Oh you hoped you didn’t leave them at the boutique where you changed dresses. 

  “Y/N. Could you come in here please? I would like to discuss something with you before you leave.”

He calls to you, the voice losing the soft tone he had with you all night, this only serves to make your blood run cold. Have you done something wrong? Said the wrong thing to the wrong person and cost him millions of dollars? You needed your job, and hoped pretty badly that this wasn’t the end of it.

You honestly couldn’t tell if you missed it or not. You disregard the thoughts you are having and push them back in your mind, offering to sort them out later. Preferably with alcohol nearby. You look into his office and see that he is standing behind his desk. Once you come in, thinking he needed something from you.

  “Close the door.”

You close the door behind you, the lights on a dim shade, enough for you to see but not enough to over power your eyes. 

  “Did you need anything from me, because it’s late and I should be heading home...”

He surprises you by cutting you off in a tone that was even softer than any other time he had used with you before. 

   “I just wanted to say thank you for accompanying me tonight y/n.”

  “You are Welcome. I’m just going to go...”

You smile and turn to leave but his voice stops you with a sharp tone that makes you freeze.

   “Did I say you could leave?”

You feel your face get hot and you turn back around to face him. The lighting only showcasing the angles of his face, making you ever more nervous. 

   “No but Sir it's 12am...”

    “I know what time it is. You are so stubborn all the time. Can’t even take a simple compliment.”

  “I thought you were done.”

You shrug, and immediately regret being so nonchalant with him., his gaze intense.

   “I wasn’t. Now before you interrupted me, I was saying thank you not only because you came with me but for playing your role so effortlessly. I didn’t expect you to be so ...reciprocating to me.”

  “I figured that would be best. How would it appear if you showed up with a staff member we rather than a significant other like the other at the table.”

  “Well your quick and astute observation saved me tonight.”

  “All in a day's work. Now if I can just get out of these heels tonight and maybe into a pedicure tomorrow I will have made this all worth while.”

He surprises you by coming from behind the desk where he had been standing, coming to stand in front of you.

And you cursed yourself because it was back again.

The arousal you fought with every lingering look and touch he gave you tonight. How honeyed his words were with you, combined with the animalistic power you knew was just boiling under the surface. 

  “I have had many secretaries before and none of them take your position as seriously as you do. You put a lot of effort into your job and does not go unnoticed.”

Having him so close was unnerving. Especially when you had his direct attention. You can’t hold eye contact and look down at the floor. Henry touches your chin, his fingers tilt your chin up and you lock eyes. It wasn’t the first time you noticed the space of brown in his left eye, but the first time you were close enough to appreciate it. 

You feel your pulse quickening.

 “I don’t think I told you how beautiful you look tonight.”

He blinks slowly and you don’t breathe at all as his lips move toward your own. He is seconds away from kissing you, tension heavy in the room.

  “Wait....Henry...I just...I Can’t go there.”

You say it out loud and it’s like someone let the air out of your balloon. He lets your face go and looks at you confused, for the first time you see just Henry. Not your boss, not the CEO who always had to be ‘on’ and in charge, you just saw Henry. His face was open and unguarded.

  “It’s not that I don’t want you. It’s just you are my boss...”

Henry moves suddenly, and yet simultaneously time slows as he crashes his lips onto yours. The odd duality of soft, yet firm, calming yet passionate overtakes your mind and short circuits you. His hands are holding the side of your face on one side and behind your neck. His kiss steals what little breath you had away. You almost forget why this would have been such a bad idea but he pulls away.

  “Darling, Didn’t anyone tell you? The boss makes the rules...”

He resumes kissing you and you offer little in the way of resistance as he picks you up, in fact you lock your legs around his waist and he deposits you on top of his desk. Everything you had been feeling for him was bubbling up in that moment. You were caught in being wanted to be treated like silk and wanting to toss him down and take exactly what you wanted in no uncertain terms of hatefucking him for all the jackass behavior he had exhibited since you started 6 months ago. 

You slide his jacket off his broad shoulders, tossing it to the room, igniting the soft thud it makes when the expensive thing lands in a heap on the floor. He pulls your hips toward the edge of the desk and his large hands are hot as they slide up your skirt over trembling thighs and his lips move to your neck. He finds the sensitive spots there quicker than anyone ever had while also moving his fingers to play with your clit through the lining of the black lace panties you were wearing. 

Your breath hitches in your throat and Henry grins against your lips, letting you take a second before he kisses you again. His fingers dance around before latching to the hemline and yanking them with enough force that they are torn from your body. Your hips sting from the pull, but you are more than turned on. You fumble with the buttons on his shirt, and don’t look at the skin revealed, but he doesn’t let you take it off him and instead pushes one of his fingers inside of you, you lewdly moan, and grasp his biceps quickly, having been taken off guard. It wasn’t that you weren’t wet, because you were plenty wet, your now ruined panties had been testament to that, but you had expected more of a playful teasing, but as one of your last coherent thoughts, you knew this man never wasted time. 

He was a do-er... 

And right now he was doing you. The amount of focus and precision he took in his work, pouring over contracts, logs, inventory and the like, he was putting in on you. As his finger moves in and out he is staring at you with such intensity you think you might explode.

  “You are dripping baby girl. Melting right into the palm of my hand to be exact.”

He removes the finger that had been inside of you, raising it to his lips, tasting you from it, and you shudder. He kisses you again, you closing your eyes, then you hear in his deep tone like melted chocolate, luxurious to your ears,

  “Open your eyes and suck them.”

He held two of his fingers and you opened your mouth. He wanted to hold your gaze.

 “Get them nice and wet for me.”

You suck on them, imaging the girth that had been teasing you for months in his sacks, was what was actually in your mouth. You had wanted so badly to taste him and feel him you reach down, palming his obvious erection and you hear him growl. It was your turn to smirk, and as soon as he felt that smirk, he pulled his two fingers from your mouth and thrusts them into you. 

You whimper and the one hand you left on his bicep clenched in, digging into his skin. His fingers glide in and out almost painfully slow. You need faster.You try to move your hips to make him move but he chuckles.

  “That won’t work y/n. We do this at my pace. Be still or I will stop.”

He didn’t go any faster, his movements deliberately slow. You could tell he was getting a kick out this, and you whine again. 

    “Beg kitten.”

He whispers in your ear, his thumb teasing your clit again. 

   “Please.”

He moves a little faster.

  “Come on love. You can do better than that.” Teasing.

  “Please Henry...”

He slaps your thigh with a sharp tap and it sends the zing of arousal.

“That's not what you call me. Try again.”

While your brain is shorting out, you fumble on what he wants from you.

 “I..i don’t know sir...”

He rewards you by speeding up more. Your torso drops backwards, your head follows as you rest back on your elbows, and legs move wider, making your dress bunch up around your hips. 

 “There you go. There’s what I was looking for. Now beg me to make you come.”

You worry your bottom lip, ignoring how your chest heaves, pulling against the black fabric of the dress. 

  “Fuck! Please sir please let me cum.”

  “That’s more like it. Begging me like the dirty little slut you are.”

He speeds up, his fingers curling inside, tapping that spongy space that made your eyes cross and your vision blur. You didn’t think you would like being called a ‘little slut�� but it was more of a turn on than you had ever thought it would be. 

  “Sir let me cum please let me cum.”

His dexterous fingers speed up, his thumb rubbing your clit and you were glad no one else was in the office as your moans echo throughout the room.

  “You want to be my good girl hmmm?”

You nod furiously, the edge of your orgasm coming up rapidly, as your walls begin their tell-tell sign of fluttering.

  “Good girls wait until they have permission. You hold it.”

It was damn near impossible, but you try to focus on anything but how good his fingers feel. He pulls your body back up from the desk with his hand gripping behind your neck. His lips crash on your again, he lingers around your lips you breathe heavily against his lips.

  “I’ll be your good girl!”

You yell.

  “Good. Cum then come for me.”

It’s like the world goes silent and all you can focus on is his fingers as your orgasm pulls you under. It’s an out of body experience where you could hear your moans and groans of Henry’s name, where you were literally shaking, but you could bring yourself down. Destroyed, Henry is whispering praises in your ear. Calling you his and how good you were for him. It doesn’t take long to come back down, but when you do you feel wrung out, and as Henry pulls away, you notice the sheen of fine layered sweat on his forehead. You feel self conscious as he stares down  at you, and without the haze of lust in your eyes it settles in you that your boss just gave you one of the best orgasms of your life and hadn’t even taken off his pants. 

Pants that were currently begging you to be taken off. He begins to chuckle and you realize you’ve been staring at his cock outline, and he was laughing at you. He unbuttons his pants, and finally takes off his shirt the rest of the way, finally revealing the god sculpted body that he clearly worked for.

The look on his face says he is going to ruin you and you are going to like it.

Only then, as he begins to work on the zipper to your dress,  do you look to your left on the desk and see your keys sitting there...

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A/n: Hope that was what you were looking for @thiccgeralt​  Hope this met your expectations and thank you! 

I am thinking of coming back to this, but honestly I am waiting until @laketaj24​ finishes her CEO! fic The Rules, because its so freaking wonderful and I don’t want to ruin anything by stealing any thunder with a CEO fic OR Ficlet I would plan on doing. BTW if you haven’t read The Rules then please do yourself a favor a go over to her page and check out all of her work. You will not regret a second of it....

However I am tossing this out to see if there would be any interest in a continuation of this fic. Let me know and as always thank you for reading, re-blogging, and liking!

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[caxsthetic]

In Circle

Type: Short Clip (Blurt Drabble)

Cast: Suna Rintarou

Storyline: Not everything will fall into places. At least, not by its own.

Genre: Romance, Slice of Life

Bzzt bzzt~ Bzzt bzzt~

You let out a groan the second your phone vibrates. Hands mindlessly searching for the said item as you don’t even budge from your bed. Your alarm is not even ringing, so who will it be that calls you when the sun still hiding from the horizon?

You squint your eyes when the light from the screen attacks your vision, making you hiss like a vampire. Right now you really want to curse anyone who wakes you up. But when your eyes finally adjust with your phone, you can’t stop a smile to grace on your lips.

Rintarou

His name works wonder in your life, as if by just hearing or seeing the name that you have known since high school — is enough to boost your entire day. Without wasting another second, you slide your phone and pick up the call.

"Don't you know that this is a fucking 4 am?" You coat the excitement with an exasperated groan, rolling into the cold sheet of your bed as your eyes stare at the ceiling. "What do you want?"

Ever since high school, you always give him the snark side of you. Every word that rolling down from your lips is something that supposed to make him go away, or maybe just some distances. But even after years had passed, even when the two of you are now having a steady job and can take care of yourself — he never leaves, not even taking a step backwards.

"It's cold you know?" His voice is a little raspy, a sign that makes you wonder if he just wakes up like you. "To have no one by your side." But the statement makes you raise one of your eyebrows, wanting to snort because you are sure your best friend will never say something as melancholic as this. At least not when he is sober.

"Rintarou, you are drunk aren't you?" Now you are worried though as you sit upon your bed, back leaning towards the headboard. "Where are you right now? Can you send me the address?"

You wait for him to say anything, to maybe give some hint for his whereabouts. But nothing comes out from his lips for seconds, and right now you can’t help but wear your jacket to cover the thin pyjama that you wear, ready to search him. "Rin, please tell me you are at least with—"

"But it's warm now." He chuckles all of a sudden, making you stop whatever you are doing right now as you focus on his voice. You try to hear anything from the other line that can give you a hint of where he is right now. Though, there’s nothing but his fading breath. "It felt so warm, I love it here."

You swallow a huge lump. Is he perhaps inside a hotel or something? Maybe he’s with someone — a gorgeous model which he always caught being together with for the past few days. Is that why there's nothing but silence? But then again why? Why did he call you when he already in the accompany of someone?

"She is pretty." You snort, very unladylike as you try to coat the pain that starts to seep into your heart. "Such a beautiful creature." Like yourself, Rin? You really want to blurt that out, but as if it can change something. "She made me feel like home."

This is like a routine to you, to hear him ramble about all of his lovers or hookup as he wants to find the one. You are the kind best friend who will always be there through thick and thin, you are the best friend which he can trust. The very same best friend, that support him on every step of the way.

Even if someday he stood on the aisle to kiss someone, you still would be there — always.

"Yeah?" You lean your body on the wall, trying to steady your breath. "So I guess you are safe right now, right? You are with her, she will always keep you safe after all, isn't she?" You promise yourself that no matter how the stories unfold between you and the professional middle blocker, you will stay anyway.

But why your soul screams at you, begging for you to hang up the call and say goodbye?

"Maybe, I hope so. But I don't know yet." You grit your teeth, listening to his low, sleepy voice. "She never says anything, but I am pretty confident she loves me too." How lucky. You let your hand falls to the side for a moment, preventing him from hearing you — sobbing, as your heart is being tested at this very moment. How lucky to be loved by you.

You know at a certain point he will belong to someone else, someone that can replace your existent as he will find comfort from them instead of you. He’s never yours in the first place, but for years he never settle down completely, he never utters the word love.

So now when he finally found them, the reality reminds you that there is no chance for you to make him yours. From the start, there’s always a line between you and him, and no matter how many flirty words being thrown, no matter how many cuddles and affection that you two shared, at the end you and him is just a best friend.

"So where are you right now?" You ask one more time, at least you want to know that he will be safe and sound, in the arms of someone that probably he will share his life with.

"I am home." His voice becoming more distance. "With her, I am home. I have always been." Peaceful, the love that he harbours for the mysterious woman is something that can make him; Suna Rintarou — the silent yet a sarcastic man — head over heels and so much in love.

You bite your lips softly, lids fluttering close as you try to erase the tears which pleading to escape from the corner of your eyes. You should be happy, to know that he will no longer become your parasite, no longer clinging into you as if his life depended on it.

Yet every second pass, you wish that you are back in high school days and stuck at the moment. The time when he would come to you every day, asking silently for your attention. And you, you would always comply, running your fingers on his strands that smell so sweet like strawberry.

But time changes and you have to wake up.

"I hope she can make you happy, Rin." It’s a sincere declaration, coming from you. "I hope she can give you the warm, never once lessening as time goes by." Because no matter how much you want to rip your heart apart, you only wanted the best for him.

Somehow you can see him on the other side of the line, having a lovely smile that shaped on his face, just like how it always been. Just like how he always looks — beautiful. He chuckles softly around ten seconds after, a little bit delayed processing your words, maybe due to the alcohol that he consumed.

“I am sure she will.”

You breathe out, sounds a little bit wavered as you compose yourself. It is the last thing that you heard from him, the assurance that he will be alright from now on. That now, he will have someone that can be his home, giving him the warm that once was your job.

And just like that, you are left alone as you still standing in the dark of the room. Leaving you with just an empty feeling. Perhaps your heart fills with regret, with the wonder of what if. What if you dare enough to confess, or what if he’s bold enough to say something between the two of you.

Looking down, you just realize that you wear the familiar maroon track jacket. With black line adorned the side of the arms, the size that’s unfit with yours — it’s easy to recognize that this jacket belongs to him.

It is the only remnant of the warm that you can have. Nothing else but just a piece of clothes. You don’t want to cry, you are an adult and well matured. There is no reason for you to give in to the petty crush that you have for him. But even then you can't lie to yourself. Since you know your feelings are not just puppy feelings.

You love him, you love him that even at one point, you declined every date because you know how pouty he could be. And for him, you never once complained when he came to your house unexpected, scented with feminine expensive perfume that always made you feel so sick.

How come anyone else could touch him so intimately? How come a stranger could plant a kiss on his plump lips, tracing their fingers on the places that you never reached? While you who was always there for him — only got a taste of the softness of his dark brown strands.

Knock. Knock.

You really want to scream right now when you heard the soft knock. You had enough for today, so you ignore it. You don’t want to meet with anyone, you are not ready to show yourself to the world as you still have tears running down your cheeks.

Knock. Knock.

But whoever it is in front of your door is one persistent person. They knock, just twice, yet it continues for every few seconds.

You groan and furiously wipes the tears from your face with the jacket. So rough that it stings a little. You have enough, you don’t care anymore at this point if they end up pitying your state. You just want to be left alone, and if that means you have to face them for a second, then it will be the price that you are willing to pay.

Your feet stomp to the hardwood floor, hearts thummering as you breath out. It’s enough for your heart to be treated like this at one fine morning, it’s enough emotion for you to handle, you don't need more. Your hand unlocks the keys with such force, taking one last deep breath before you open up the door and show them your usual friendly smile.

Yet like as fast as the smile emerges on your face, it falters within seconds when your eyes catch the familiar green orbs. You swear you can feel your heart stops when you see him, maybe it’s just your mind playing tricks. The intense love that you feel for him makes you become delusional.

It feels so real though, as his face illuminates by the light that shines from your living room. The strands of his hair sway softly as the wind moves past him. A little puff of air slip from his lips due to the cold temperature.

His cheek is even producing a pinkish hue, notifying you that he is indeed, under the influence of alcohol.

But you don’t want to believe it. You can’t believe your own eyes as he takes some steps closer. Just like always, he never asks for permission. Just like always, he immediately goes inside your house, closing the door and face you. Instead of dropping his bags and search for some waters or snack though, he just has his eyes on you.

There is this smile that only appears when he wins something, the smile that only emerges on his face when he feels contented. He doesn’t say anything as he just let his gaze that fills with adoration fall on your face. It’s always like this, round and round without end, without a confession or any explanation about why he gives you such looks.

“I am home.”

Just three words, three words that he whispers under his breath. It can be platonic, it can be just his drunken state telling you that he is indeed home since he’s inside your house where he crashed a lot to for the past years.

Though somehow, those three words are enough to replace the sorrow on your face from before as your lips now turn into a smile. He chuckles, snorting a little. And you chuckle too, rolling your eyes as you shake your head in amusement.

Your eyes finally lock on each other, he gingerly raise his hand and cup one of your cheek. As if he’s asking you if it’s alright, if it’s alright to touch you first — since for the past years it’s always you who lay your hand on him.

And the second you give him a nod, a sign that you are alright with his sudden appearance, he have you fall into his embrace.

“With you, I am home.” He mutter softly under his breath, pulling you even closer. He’s now the one who initiate the affection. He want to show you that he already found the one, and he will no longer searching for the last destination. “I have always been.”

Because even though it needs years for the two of you to round around in circle, maybe this time, it wouldn’t be so bad.

Since now, everything start to fall into places.

Requested by @sredamancy I hope you like it👉👈

[seeds-and-sins]

That One Woman

Pairing: Pagan Min / Reader

Rating: T (Strong language, violence, sexual undertones)

Description: Pagan Min saves you from the resistance, and you end up becoming his assistant, among other things...

    Day one was like a roller coaster for you. You distinctly remember sipping from a cup of coffee, calmly meditating to yourself, thankful to be alive; when Pagan barged into the dining room and started making demands. The first demands had almost everything to do with what you were wearing...

"Oh Darling, you need to get out of those rags immediately. I don't need my assistant looking like trash. Have you ever heard of perfume? Yes? You need it." He insisted you soak in the bath for a bit, get your hair done, nails painted, you had never felt so feminine before in your life. Of course he arranged everything, had his best designer working on your wardrobe in the meantime. Your king's kindness had no limits it seemed. All the while, he paraded you around and lectured you on taking better care of yourself, "treating yourself" as he worded it. While before you never really had the money to do so, he made every effort to ensure that you knew that whatever you wanted was given to you immediately. After the work was done and you had left your quarters feeling ever so nourished and tender, he put you to work immediately. 

"I need you to schedule a meeting with Paul for three this afternoon..." You followed closely behind him in stride, scribbling his words onto a tiny notepad he had procured for you earlier. "Make sure the kitchen cooks his favorite; steak and mushrooms, grilled onions, that special sauce-I don't fucking know what-with a side of mashed potatoes, broccoli, and biscuits..." You were already out of breath, he was a fast walker. As he spoke it was almost like he had taken you around the entirety of the mansion that was his home, before finally entering his bedroom, where his designer waited patiently for his daily fitting. "Oh, and try everything before it leaves, last time they overcooked the broccoli, and I was not pleased." You gulped, never having ever tasted for someone before, never having ever done anything like this before. In fact, you probably were the most under qualified person for this job and yet he picked you. Why?

"Yes, Sir." He made a noise of acknowledgement as his designer tugged on the sleeves of a bright yellow suit jacket over Pagan's outstretched arms.

"Also, I almost forgot, do check in with Yuma about the security issue we've been having in the west. She promised me a direct report by noon and its already ten, I do not see what's taking her so long."

"Yes, Sir." You waited another moment as he critiqued his appearance in the long sided mirror, posing, cocking his head from side to side, testing the look. You were wondering if he was going to say anything else, and when he didn't, you took that as your sign to leave and complete the tasks he had assigned to you.

"Oh, and dear?" You glanced over your shoulder curiously, he snorted. "Could you also find me a new designer..." His eyes then focused harshly down onto the poor man who had created the suit jacket. Pagan angrily started to rip the thing off, the mustard fabric floating down to the ground as the stitches were yanked out. "I am trying to look like a king, not a fucking banana!"

"Y-Yes, Sir." You stuttered out, exiting the room as swiftly as you could to avoid Pagan's wrath. 

You wondered if the same wrath would ever be afforded to you. However, as time went on, as you soon became accustomed to his temper, his demands, the routines of his nation, he never quite yelled at you. Ever. One time you had made a mistake, the whole time wondering if he would at least make your death quick. At the very most, he sent you off with a light tap on the wrist and a warning, knowing you wouldn't be stupid enough to make the same mistake twice. Granted the mistake had everything to do with something as simple as how he liked his coffee, but he had killed people for far less. 

   In fact, what was once a stressful job at first, became plain fun. In the beginning, you didn't really have much of a choice but to become Pagan's assistant, but now you sat across from him, handling all of his important agenda, of your own free will. Not to mention, the gifts, he would surprise you with them almost every other day. You were practically spoiled under his supervision, sometimes even being allowed to sleep in if you had done your job well enough the day before. You didn't know why people hated your king, he was perfect in every way, you would worship the ground he walked upon if he allowed you to. Perhaps you were biased in the sense that if it hadn't been for him, your rags to riches fantasy never would have come true. 

   You had your own room, all brand new clothes, new shoes, all the food you could ever ask for, an entire library that he had dedicated to your hobby of reading, and an office that was the same size as your old shanty. Of course, with all the pearl earrings, luxurious bed spreads, the wonderful view, room service, security at every corner, why would you ever want to bite the hand that fed you? Of course, you would die for Pagan Min, because surely he had given you such a great life in comparison to your previous one, you'd gladly give your life for him. 

   And sometimes you wondered, if that was your only purpose, to make sure his affairs were in order and to make sure his food wasn't poisoned. It made sense, your undying loyalty didn't come cheap it seemed and you hadn't even realized it. These thoughts, these wonders, stemmed from the confusion that began this whole mess. Why did he pick you? A young nobody, he could have easily let you die that day. You were always too afraid to ask him the question though. You didn't want to sound ungrateful in your curiosity. You would sit across the expanse of mahogany wood as he shuffled through important papers and made signatures. Every so often sliding them across the table so you could organize them into the appropriate file.

  It was hard no to stare at him, admire everything that was Min. That fluffy blonde patch of hair that sat on his head, how the strands flickered out in front of his reading glasses. The curve of the collar on his button up, how it lead down to reveal those few undone buttons at the top of his long sleeved shirt. His sleeves rolled up, taut to the crease of his arm, slender fingers sliding between slabs of thin white paper. Every now and again, those fingers would reach up to catch the tip of his tongue, and she would find herself licking her lips with desire, imagining that tongue on her own fingers. 

"Darling?" 

"Yes, Sir?"

"Do you have that paperwork on that shipment from Rook Islands by any chance?" You steadily weeded through the files, carefully removing the proper papers. You stood to step around the table and carry them to him. He didn't lift his head as he held his hand out, accepting the papers in his grasp. You moved to go back to your seat before he stopped you with the continuation of his words. "Volker sent me a letter again, the annoying twat, something about a mistake with the merchandise. You know anything about this?" He finally met your gaze, those glasses sliding down to the tip of his nose as he considered you. You searched your mind for an answer, truly wondering if you had made a mistake, or perhaps you had missed one of Volker's mistakes. You shook your head, twiddling with your thumbs out in front of you. 

"Not that I know of, Sir." 

"Hmmm," He crowned his fingers against his lips, sitting back in his seat, elbows on the armrest. "Well, you might as well have a look for yourself, might jog your memory."

"Of course, Sir." He gestured for you to come to him, sliding his chair back to give you room. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he waved for you keep going.

"You can take a seat, if you will." You felt your breath hitch as you lowered your bottom down onto Pagan's lap. Your whole body engulfed in his warmth as he scooted forward and his arms snaked around your waist to bring forth the paper work again. His chin rested on your shoulder, the embrace extremely close, his strong cologne floating into your nostrils. His finger pointed at the discussed shipment receipts and the letter from Volker. You tried to focus on the words as you skimmed over them in your mind, but Pagan's close proximity to you and the very noticeable lump pressing against your backside was all the more distracting. 

"U-Um..." You cleared your throat, finding yourself leaning back into his chest. He shifted his legs further apart and you couldn't hide the gasp as the hard lump was a lot more accentuated against the curve of your ass in this suddenly all too short pencil skirt.

"Yes, darling?" He whispered huskily into your ear, your entire body feeling overwhelmed by everything Pagan.

"I think everything is in order, Sir." You finally were able to form a coherent sentence surprised at yourself for being capable of doing so. 

"I agree..." You inhaled sharply, his lips barely grazed the spot below your ear drum, along your throat. "I believe you deserve a reward for your hard work, right, my dear?" Yes, a reward, please. You wanted to beg on your knees, beg him for it all. The one thing he never gave you, never gifted you, praised you with. He chuckled, hands suddenly came to your waist and he scooted the chair back again. He forced you to stand with him and then he was gently turning you to face him. "I am sure you must be confused..." And you were, being Pagan's assistant meant that you knew almost everything about his life. One of those things was his overactive sexual exploits, people, men and women alike, were constantly going in and out of his room. "I swing for both teams, Darling, and I have been swinging for you for quite some time." While one hand resided on your waist still, caressing up and down over the fabric of your clothes, the other was now propped on the edge of the table and he came closer. "You must understand, this doesn't have to define our relationship if we don't want it to, but the tension is suffocating. I would like to just finally have my cake and eat it too..." His eyes centered expectantly on you, for a response, when he added. "All of it."

"B-But, S-Sir, I just don't understand." 

"Ask your questions, but my patience is thinning, and..." He almost growled the words that followed, eyes scanning you from head to toe as he pressed his crotch to yours and you gasped. "I might not be able to contain myself much longer."

"Why, me?" You didn't think you could do it, but you did. And this whole journey with Pagan has been a game of figuring out what you could do. Your confidence had surpassed the highest summit in the world, you felt like you could jump into a volcano and still come to tell the tale, like you could fly into space and catch the nearest star. It was all because of Pagan, you owed so much to the man, and all he ever did was give to you.

"You must be joking?" He giggled deeply, like there was some inside joke that you couldn't ever know, but he was going to tell you the joke anyways. "Darling, few know there was only ever one woman for me..." He cupped your cheek, and the other came to sink into the strands of your hair. "Until I met you that is."

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[sunontherhoyne]

Elia Martell, Aegon VI Targaryen, Sansa Stark

Elia, the most gracious Princess ever, who deserves so much better

Sexuality Headcanon: Most distinguished bi to ever exist, she's just quiet about it unlike her brother

Gender Headcanon: cis female

A ship I have with said character: Elia/Ashara, which needs more content. Elia/Baelor Hightower is also quality.

A BROTP I have with said character: Ashara if shipping doesn't apply. Also, both of her brothers because sibling relationships are good. Mellario is the sister she wishes she had. Rhaella also adores her daughter-in-law and the feeling is mutual. And if given a chance, she and Ellaria get along very well.

A NOTP I have with said character: Rhaegar. He does not deserve someone a quarter as amazing as her >:(

A random headcanon: Elia is the only one in her family that cares about music enough to learn how to play. She actually plays the flute, not caring if it isn't seen as the most feminine of instruments.

General Opinion over said character: ELIA. MARTELL. DESERVES. BETTER.

Aegon VI Targaryen, who should not be called F!Aegon even if you think he's fake

Sexuality Headcanon: Appears straight, is actually bi and doesn't feel the need to tell anyone about this because it's irrelevant, he's going to have to marry a woman regardless

Gender Headcanon: cis male

A ship I have with said character: I have a massive soft spot for Aegon/Shireen and honestly wish this was the route canon would go in.

A BROTP I have with said character: The cast of the Shy Maid. Also, I want him to get close to both Arianne and Elia Sand, his cousins. And him and Quentyn latching onto each other in an au where Quent runs into him.

A NOTP I have with said character: I actually have none at the moment. Maybe Arya if you base it off of some twisted "like father, like son" logic? Especially since I don't see Arya ever being happy being queen.

A random headcanon: Aegon desperately wanted to land in Dorne first so he can meet his mother's family. He has also talked so much with the Rhoynar living on the Rhoyne that sometimes he feels closer to them than the Targaryens.

General Opinion over said character: Please let him live and become a good king :(

Sansa, someone else who deserves better

Sexuality Headcanon: I flip flop between her being a Lesbian or bi with an extremely strong preference for women.

Gender Headcanon: cis female

A ship I have with said character: Sansa/Jeyne Poole. Also Margaery, though that's more for AU settings. And Willas, the only man I kind of ship her with at this point. Oh! And I also like to imagine her meeting Arianne and getting a massive crush on her, though it never turns into anything.

A BROTP I have with said character: Arya, especially later in canon when they finally meet again. Jeyne if shipping can't happen. And Jon too.

A NOTP I have with said character: I am extremely creeped out by san/san for multiple reasons. Also, the only good interactions with Littlefinger is anything where Sansa and Jeyne team up to completely ruin him in revenge for him being Littlefinger.

Oh, and Joffrey stay away from her too.

...it's sad the actual literal psychopath is my third least favorite pairing for her. I guess it's because it's nowhere near as prevalent...

A random headcanon: When her younger siblings were born, she followed her mother and the nurses around, begging them to let her help care for her baby siblings because she really wanted to spend time with them. She didn't even blink at them getting her dirty when they were babies, because they didn't mean to and don't know any better.

General Opinion over said character: My favorite Stark!

[kiame-sama]

The Mandalorian, The Child... The Stowaway?

Hello lovies~! I am here with stories for you~! I might continue this one or make a series of it. I dunno.

Anyway...

Warnings: injury, semi-sad moment, the kid is a cute brat, Mando ain't got time for this, Jawas.

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"I can't fix something that isn't broken."

"I saw it break, there is no possible way nothing's wrong with it."

"Then I guess you got lucky."

The mechanic waved away the confused and slightly irate Mandalorian who only glanced back at the Starcrest in disbelief. He knew for a fact some internal systems had been broken in an attempt to keep him from leaving with the child. He examined them himself beforehand, they were all damn near fried completely.

He didn't fix them, that's for damn sure. So who the hell did? The kid? No, Mando was fairly sure that the kid couldn't do something like that even with the odd abilities.

Was he that exhausted from the fight that he imagined they were damaged? It had happened before, but not like this. He was fairly clear-headed when he examined the ship and took note of the fried components. There was no reasonable explanation to it.

He let out a long sigh of frustration, pleased the ship was fine, unsettled that it had mysteriously fixed itself. As he made his way back up the hatch he heard an interesting noise. It was the kid. Laughing.

Now that was never a good sign.

Breaking into a sprint he made his way up to the cockpit, hastily opening the doors to see just what the kid had gotten into. What he found was... Nothing. The kid hadn't gotten into anything.

Then why was he laughing?

Now suspicious of the odd behavior of the child and the sudden repairing of the ship, Mando decided to scan for lifeforms on the ship. He didn't have to look long before a blip caught his attention. It was right behind him.

He fired his blaster in the direction of the threat and heard a feminine hiss, the child suddenly breaking out in frantic wails. He only glanced away a moment and when he looked back there was a figure laying on her side on the floor of the ship. They held their bleeding shoulder and was doubled over in pain. The robe they wore looked hauntingly similar to that of the Jawa, but this being was far too tall to be a Jawa.

"Who the hell are you?"

"I'm-"

"Why are you on this ship?"

"I-"

"Tell me!"

"I will if you stop cutting me off everytime I try to speak!"

There was a moment of silence, blaster still pointed at the stranger ready to shoot. The voice was feminine, but that didn't mean a damn thing to Mando. Many races could sound all sorts of ways and besides, gender meant nothing when it came to a damn threat on the ship. It was then Mando's hand holding the blaster began to shake, slowly moving against his will away from the strange woman. He quickly glanced over his shoulder to see it was the kid doing it.

But why?

"I've been here since you took the kid in the first place. Why the hell do you think he's never cried or thrown a fit?"

"How did you get on?"

"You were distracted and I saw a way off planet."

"Why this ship?"

"Did you happen to see any others anywhere on that planet? No? The nearest click? Nothing ever leaves the planet and I don't know how to fly. This was my best bet."

Given the fact that the kid- who was now passed out- went through so much trouble to get the blaster away from the being, Mando decided to do things differently. He grabbed a few things to patch up the wound he had given them before going on one knee before them.

The being looked over at mando, a black shroud covering their face making it near impossible to make out features, but it certainly was no Jawa. There was a moment of hesitation before the being accepted the items, drawing back to treat their own wounds. They let out a low hiss as they began silently treating their wound, incorrectly.

He sighed and shuffled closer, taking the items from the tense being and treating the wound himself, seeing as he actually knew what he was doing.

"Don't get hurt all that often, do you?"

"... No."

Now Mando started to feel how others must feel when talking to him. He was the one with short responses and no small talk, but he had to know more about his sudden and mysterious new associate.

"Fine. You came on here, then what?"

"Then nothing. I didn't know what I was doing the moment we got off planet. I had never left it before. So I did what I grew up doing, fixing, hiding, stealing."

"You stole from the ship?"

"No. Any time you would stop at a planet I would gather things I or the ship needed."

Another silence passed over the two as Mando silently took the being's words into mind, now realizing why the ship was always in such good condition and why things seemed to fix themselves. And their words certainly were true, nothing had gone missing from the ship, the child hadn't made a fuss the entire time, and it seemed the stranger was doing far more good than harm.

But that begged another question.

"What have you seen?"

"Nothing."

"I mean how much of me have you-"

"Again, nothing. I know the stories of Mandalorians and I know they never show their faces. I made sure to avoid you any time it seemed like you were going to remove your helmet, even if you didn't."

"Why? Any other would have taken the chance."

"I'm not here to ruin your life, insult your code, take your money, or hurt the kid. I just wanted to get off that planet for once in my life."

A noise almost like a chuckle came from Mando, but it could have also been a cough. As he finished wrapping the wound- which honestly wasn't that deep- he stood up, offering his hand to the stranger. After a moment of deliberation, the stranger allowed themselves to be pulled up by the firm grip.

"So what will you do now? Will you throw me off the ship, or dump me at the nearest inhabitable rock?"

"..."

"Well?"

"You can stay."

"Truly?"

"Yes. No more sneaking around."

"Deal."

"What cut do you-?"

"None. I can steal what I need from other planets. I just want to be allowed to stay on the ship... I've grown attached."

"To the ship?"

The being stood silently, as if trying to find an answer or process what to them seemed like an obvious answer to the pointless question.

"Yes. And to the kid... And to you."

"I don't need attachments."

"I know. That's why I've tried to stay hidden and out of your way. But, unfortunately, Jawas get attached to their ship and everything in it."

"You're Jawa?"

Another moment passed before the hooded stranger lifted their hands to the hood, pulling it back off of their head, the shroud going with it. Beneath was a surprisingly beautiful human face. Human (s/c) skin, (e/c) eyes, (h/c) hair. Certainly not a Jawa.

"I may as well tell you my little sob story and get it out of the way. I don't exactly want to surprise you and get shot again."

"There's no need for that-"

"Yes, there is. I get Mandalorians don't share, and I respect that, but it is important to me you at least know what's going on with me. A show of good faith. Maybe it will help you down the road, I don't know."

"Fine. Let's hear it."

It was then the kid came around, having spent such little energy on moving Mando that he was able to bounce back quickly. He blinked in a bleary eyed way around the cabin before extending both arms to the being with a happy giggle. The stranger wasted no time in picking up the child, allowing him to pull on their ears, hair, and nose. It was clear the child was very familiar with the stranger, cooing and giggling as he played with the hem of the stranger's robe.

"My name is (y/n). I'm obviously not a Jawa, but I was raised by them. I was traded to them by some disgusting monster of a human who wanted drugs in exchange for his own infant. Instead of killing me or trading me again, they raised me instead as a Jawa. I grew up as one, learning the full language and the basic art of stealing and trading it back to the person we stole it from, usually for something of greater value.

"But then things began to happen around me. Broken machines or droids came back to life, even when they were fried. I could understand their beeps and silent communication through electricity waves. Somehow people heard about me and came looking for me, to kidnap or to kill, I don't know. Many of my friends died protecting me. I had to leave to stop the killing.

"... Jawa grieve, you know. We mourn all of ours that die. It may be a surprise, but most Jawa communicate with each other around the galaxy. Better to have good connections for such small and fragile creatures when an entire galaxy is against you."

The stranger let out a soft laugh with pain in their eyes, holding the child close. The child gently cooed and lowered his ears as he took in his sad friend, becoming sad as well.

Mando said nothing, allowing the stranger to ramble as they wished, sharing what they wanted to share. It was a surprise to hear of any Jawa taking in a child as their own, but Jawa were strange after all. Mando knew it was a benefit to keep (y/n) around seeing how many of the damn things he runs into. Someone who was able to understand the Inner Jawa language instead of just the Trader Jawa was a useful person.

"Do you know why technology is different around you?"

"My kin said I was something called a Technopath, so basically someone who can communicate with, power, and control machines. Droids included. It can be useless at times and life saving at others."

Mando nodded, wondering faintly if you knew how to control and talk to the ship, but he would find out later. This odd human was a member of his crew and he didn't even know it. And thankfully they seemed to do more than their fair share of work. The kid was a handful, the ship was always getting damaged, and no doubt they've already taken stock.

This controlling droids business was something he curled his lip at, due to his hatred for them, but it was also a useful trait... If it was true.

What he knew for sure was this human had somehow hid directly under his beskar the entire time he had been dealing with the kid. They could have killed him if they wanted to and the fact that the kid clung to (y/n) just like how he clung to Mando proved a lasting level of affection.

So long as (y/n) pulled their weight, Mando would have no problems with them. Hell, they didn't even want payment, which made his life easier. He didn't have to adjust anything or change how he lived, but now he could see and interact with his unknown crew member.

"Where do you sleep?"

"The floor."

"Get a second bed installed."

"... Yes, sir."

[doctorgerth]

May I ask for relationship hc's (sfw and nsfw) for X Drake ?Please

Absolutely!!!! X Drake is a little harder to work with since we’ve seen so little of him, so this is strictly just my own interpretation of him. I hope you find it sufficient!! Enjoy, my dear. x

PSA: I am gonna start tagging nsfw content as #sinful or #lemon from now on. That way I won’t experience any more flags! 

Now, on to the sinning! 

X Drake SFW+NSFW Relationship HCs

SFW:

- being a rather serious man, I feel as if he is more inclined to fall for someone fun; not necessarily obnoxious, but someone who can keep him on his toes and keep his life interesting!

- he finds playful attitudes in a partner very endearing; bonus points if they’re mature and sophisticated in front of others, but isn’t afraid to show off their silly side when it’s just them; he enjoys the feeling of being able to “let loose” around his partner after being so serious all day

- he also finds intelligence in a partner very attractive as he enjoys having meaningful, thought-provoking, and informational conversations

- of course he wouldn’t admit it, but he likes someone who can break the scowl on his face; he’s had a sad life, so he’s not opposed to his partner being his little sunshine (definitely a nickname he uses on occasion in private)

- it takes a mighty long time for Drake to fall for someone, much preferring if he’s either known them for a while or if he can develop some sort of trusting bond beforehand; he’s not one to just dive into dating/courting, he needs to know he can trust them before he even thinks about getting involved romantically

- and once he is finally involved he takes his relationship very seriously; very loyal and always willing to protect/care for his partner, and though he might express it in subtle ways, he always offers them his utmost love and affection

- definitely the marriage type as he never dates just to date, he forms relationships with people because he sees a potential future with them; he wants to settle down one day with someone he loves, maybe even raise a family

- not into PDA in the least bit, he finds it super embarrassing (he gets all flustered when they act touchy!), so his partner has to respect his boundaries and the reputation he has to maintain; if his partner desires physical contact, he always makes up for it during their alone time behind closed doors

- he can be a bit awkward as he’s always wanted to express affection for another, but he’s never really known how to, given his past; therefore, he usually lets his partner take control of the cuddling sessions, he’ll just kinda leave his arms open for them to ravish him with hugs and kisses that he graciously accepts

- his kisses are a bit hesitant, always worrying that he’s doing something wrong, so his lover usually takes control in this case as well until he finds a steady groove; his lips are really soft!

- prefers to place his hands delicately on their hips or at the small of their back (if height allows) and take his time with some intimate kissing; if his lover can wrap their arms around his neck/run their fingers through his hair, he’ll be smiling and melting into the kiss!

- loves to touch his lover’s face (preferably without gloves); whether he’s rubbing their cheeks, grazing his thumb over their lips, or caressing their face lovingly, he just cherishes how soft they are and how they always look up at him so adoringly

- he honestly gets overwhelmed sometimes by just how lucky he is to have someone be so unconditionally in love with him; he was raised in an abusive environment, causing him to feel as if he’s unworthy of love and affection, so he needs a partner who isn’t ever afraid to show their love for him as he can be a bit insecure

- his partner must be prepared when he holds on a little too tight, tears welling in his eyes during even the most simple cuddle times; he’s just basking in the love, hoping they can feel just how much he loves them in return!

- not very argumentative, prefers to talk things out; he feels comfortable to openly express his feelings to his partner, so he expects the same from them; he gets really upset if they give him the silent treatment/walk away from him

- besides “sunshine”, he also likes to call his partner “darling”, “dear”, or “love”; sometimes he slips these endearing nicknames in public and he gets super embarrassed, instantly becoming snarky at anyone who makes fun of him for it

- the only time he’s truly okay with his s/o riding his back in dino form is when they’re escaping dangerous situations; but…he has let his s/o ride on his back just for funsies once or twice before, each time swearing it’ll never happen again, but he knows he can’t deny his lover that satisfaction forever

- is not scared to get a little bloodthirsty if someone threatens or harms his lover; nothing as precious as them should ever be attacked; hops into angry dino mode real fast

- speaking of protection, Drake much prefers his s/o stay on his ship or somewhere safe away from the trouble he faces, especially if they are unable to protect themselves; he’s confident in his protection skills but he just can’t take the risk as his biggest fear is losing them and he doesn’t exactly hide it

- though he is a stoic man with a professional reputation to maintain, he always makes sure his lover never ever doubts his love for them through his own unique ways! a very selfless partner who will go the distance to make his lover truly happy in life

(( NSFW UNDER THE CUT ))

NSFW:

- okay first things first, as we all know our Dino Daddy is absolutely weak for women’s naked bodies, but this can apply to a male partner as well!

- he gets super flustered seeing them naked, no matter how many times they’ve had sex by then; his face gets all heated and he just feels like a little teenage boy all over again!

- he’s so eager to touch them but he’s always chivalrous, tending to ask for permission to touch them (even if it’s nonverbal) though his hands have explored every inch of their body time and time again previously

- if his partner comes at him in some lingerie, whew boy he has to fight the impending nosebleed; but he likes to take a minute to enjoy them in the lingerie first, running his hands along the fabric while he mentally takes a snapshot of the beautiful sight, then he gets to his favorite part: undressing them~

- definitely a titty man, he’s a sucker for burying his face in his lover’s tits, they’re just warm and squishy; small tits, huge tits, he loves and appreciates them all!

- very proud of his toned chest and thighs, so he loves when his partner praises him/gives these areas special attention; including raking their nails against the skin, trailing kisses, riding his thigh, etc.

- Drake is not really into inflicting or receiving excessive pain during sex, the most he is comfortable with is scratching, hair-pulling, light biting, and light spanking every now and then; his sharp fangs have unleashed at times, but he never bites hard enough to draw blood

- sex with Drake can definitely be primal, especially in times after battle or reuniting after lengthy time apart, but his choice of love-making is more passionate and tender; he loves to take his time with his partner, relishing in the love they are professing to one another

- Drake is extra handsy during sex, they’re never off his partner! whether they’re on their chest, their back, their legs, their ass, etc. his hands are constantly holding onto his partner as he craves the physical connection, holding them close is just never close enough!

- some of his go-to positions include thigh master, the double-decker, and face-off; since he’s not much of a kinky guy, he typically makes up for it by trying unique positions as long as they are comfortable

- loves a woman on top as he can hold her (and bury his face in her boobs) while she controls the pace, he finds the feminine power beyond sexy; also never against being a bottom with a male partner, Drake is definitely a switch

- one of his favorite places to have sex? the bath tub; it’s so intimate yet so thrilling! this is his favorite place to have his woman ride him as he just relaxes in the water; watching her soaked, lathered body bouncing up and down on his cock makes for some really relaxing sex; with a male partner he prefers to lean back into their chest while lazily grinding on them, allowing his partner’s hands to roam along his body freely

- he’s decent at dirty talk, more comfortable with saying sensual and romantic words than “filthy”, and he prefers to keep things simple, loving to praise his partner; he blushes heavily at a partner who praises him/has a dirty mouth, he won’t always respond verbally, mostly with a low grunt of approval; he curses the most when he’s cumming

- “Mmm, you feel so good, darling.” // “I want to ravish you.” // “Can I touch you here?” // “Does that feel good, love?” // “Oh, you ride me so beautifully.” // “You look absolutely divine begging for me.”

- foreplay is his specialty as he loves taking his time to warm up his partner for the main event; fingering, eating out, sucking dick, he’s always really really good at it; he’s usually a little hesitant going down on his partner (scared of his teeth unleashing) nevertheless he always goes wild when his partner runs their fingers through his hair while he’s down there, encouraging him on

- he’s not very loud in bed and he doesn’t like a super loud partner as he can’t have his ship hearing their business!; if his partner is loud he is inclined to cover their mouth while they have sex, but it works for him as he honestly gets a little turned on by their muffled moans of pleasure

- to counter that, Drake is loud as fuck when he cums, he’ll grit his teeth and grab onto his partner tightly as a growl escapes his throat, a few blaring curses laced among his partner’s name as he releases; he prefers to cum inside his partner, but if they are uncomfortable he will usually release onto their tits (the second best place), their stomach, or in his hand

-  he is wonderful about the cleanup process, quick to grab a spare towel or wet rag to help clean his partner and himself off, he’s always willing to change the sheets and remake the bed together; sometimes they will escape off into the bath where round two typically happens

- cuddle time with Drake is always extra cuddly after sex, he holds his partner close, reassuring that the session was good and that his partner is happy; he doesn’t last long for pillow talk before he snoozes off as he always falls asleep fast with his partner in his arms!

[fanficshiddles]

You owe me, Chapter 4

Loki ended up in London a month later, he had managed to stay off SHIELDS radar pretty well. He kept moving on after a few nights, not making the same mistake again of staying in once place for too long. Making his way around the city. He also had a few contacts he could trust in the city too, which was helpful.

Since meeting April, he had become rather frustrated. Sexually. So he found himself seeking out warm bodies some of the nights, just to scratch that itch he had. Most of the time he had an escort come to wherever it was he was staying. Or if he had time, he sought out and seduced beautiful women in bars.

But tonight, he decided to go to a brothel that one of his contacts worked at. He had been raving about a new girl they just hired a few days ago, saying she was getting brilliant reviews already.

So Loki decided to go and give her a test run. Especially since he was going to get in for free.

He put on his best suit and made his way there, just down the road from where he was staying for a few nights. His friend met him at the door and led him in through the back, then gave him a ticket and told him which room to go to.

Loki thanked him and headed off to the room. He wondered what she would look like. Ashamedly, he kept hoping she would look similar to April. He’d found himself seeking out those that had similar aspects to the crazy girl.

Which is why when he entered the room, he momentarily thought he was dreaming when he was faced with the girls back. But the familiar tattoo down her right side, and the same long auburn hair that flowed down her back, made his cock twitch instantly.

She still had her back to him when he closed the door. She was only wearing lingerie, dark green, which just so happened to be his favourite colour.

‘Make yourself comfortable, I hope you’re ready for what I have in store for you.’ April said, still not turning around while she organised various leather straps and other bondage gear.

‘I’m sure whatever you have in store for me is vanilla play compared to what I have in store for you.’ He purred.

She froze at the familiar voice. Once she was over the initial surprise, which only lasted a few seconds, she spun around and a big grin formed on her lips.

‘Well, if it isn’t the God of mischief.’ She crossed the room and stopped right on front of him, in his personal space. ‘Have you gotten taller?’ She asked, having to crane her neck to look up at him.

‘No, you’ve probably gotten smaller.’ He smirked. ‘What are you doing here?’ He crossed the room to sit down.

‘I could ask you the same thing.’ She said, moving to perch on the bed that was opposite him.

‘I asked first.’

April sighed. ‘A guy that I’m trying to reach apparently frequents here. I’m trying to get my hands on him, he knows where I can find… another guy.’

‘And what will you do when you do find him? Hmm? You can’t do anything in here, there are cameras everywhere in the corridor.’ Loki pointed out.

‘I just need to get some information out of him. That’s all. I have my ways.’ She grinned, licking her lips.

‘You’re going to use sex to get what you want?’ Loki raised an eyebrow, slightly impressed.

‘Yep. It’s the best way. Tie him up, have him so close to that pleasure he is here for, only to deny him until I get the information I need. I thought you of all people would know that sex is a fantastic tool to use against someone.’ She winked and stood up.

‘I guess it is. Well, should I go and ask for a different woman to satisfy my own needs? Since you seem to have an agenda of your own, of course.’ Loki smirked and rested his chin on his hand, elbow on the arm of the chair.

‘That depends. Are you a good tipper?’ April asked, taking a few steps towards him.

‘Depends on the service.’

April took that as a challenge. And she did love a challenge. She moved gracefully onto Loki’s lap and straddled him, hooking her arms around his neck. She leaned in close to whisper into his ear. ‘I only take payment upfront. Too many men just take what they want and leave.’

She could feel his large, bulging presence between her thighs. And she made sure to press down against him, making his jaw clench.

‘If I remember correctly, you still owe me.’

‘No… You getting me out of the flat made us even.’ April corrected him, unable to stop herself from running her fingers through his hair, scratching against his scalp that made his breathing hitch.

‘I gave you money to get away.’ Loki said, his hand found its way into her hair and he grabbed a fistful, tugging her head backwards so her neck was bared and he gained the upper hand. He took that opportunity and latched his mouth against her skin, sucking hard and nipping lightly with his teeth. The little gasps that came from her made him even harder.

‘Was that an advanced payment?’ April managed to say once she found her voice again, but the way Loki was still grasping her hair, causing her scalp to burn in the most delightful way, was highly distracting. Not to mention the way his lips were still worrying her neck, with the odd nip here and there.

‘I guess it could be called that.’ Loki chuckled darkly.

The door suddenly burst open and a woman who worked there popped in. She looked a little startled upon seeing April with someone. ‘Shit. Sorry, Ruby. But he’s here.’

April leapt off Loki’s lap and thanked the girl, who then left.

‘Who’s here?’ Loki asked, trying not to show his disappointment at April leaving his lap.

‘The guy I need to get to. Stefan.’ April said quickly, slipping a small pocket knife into her bra. That made Loki cock an eyebrow in amusement. ‘He’s finally here. Then I can get out of this damn place. You have to leave.’

‘Charming way to speak to a customer. I was here first.’ Loki leaned back in the chair, looking like he wasn’t planning on going anywhere anytime soon.

‘Loki, please.’

‘Ohhh, I do like to hear you beg.’ He grinned wickedly.

‘Don’t get used to it.’ She snapped and pointed a whip at him, making him chuckle. ‘Out!’ She then pointed to the door.

Loki sighed, but he reluctantly got up to leave. ‘I think I pity this poor Stefan bloke.’ He winked at April before heading out, making her roll her eyes.

He was going down the corridor when a man walked by, he assumed was Stefan. Loki was so desperate to know what exactly she was up to, in regards to why she wanted Stefan and who she was trying to get to. Why would she go through so much trouble for a personal reason, instead of for money...

Opting instead of going to another girl for release, he pushed his dirty thoughts down and went to the club next door for a drink. He found the girl who was obviously friends with April and asked her to let Ruby know where he was going.

He wasn’t sure why he decided to stick around, to see her again. But she intrigued him, greatly. Even though she did get on his nerves at the same time.

Loki was on his third double whiskey and coke when April slipped into the bar seat next to him. He didn’t even have to turn his head to know it was her, seeing a petite feminine hand shoot out to grab his drink and down it in one go was tell-tale sign enough it was her.

‘That was my drink.’ He raised an eyebrow and turned to look at her. He wasn’t overly surprised to see she had a cut lip and slightly tousled hair. But at least she was wearing clothes now.

April waved her hand at him and got the attention of the barman. ‘Another of what he was having. And a vodka, straight.’

‘Do I dare ask if you got what you wanted?’ Loki asked while they watched the barman make up their drinks.

‘I always get what I want.’

‘If that’s the case, what is your next step, Ruby?’ Loki smirked.

‘Well, I wasn’t going to use my real name, was I?’

‘April isn’t even your real name.’ Loki said quickly. ‘Stop avoiding my question.’

April winked at the barman when he slid their drinks over to them both. She then turned her full attention on Loki while she started sipping her drink, enjoying the burn of the vodka sliding down her throat.

‘Well, I have the information I need. So I am going to go find my guy.’ She moved the glass in circles, making the drink swirl around.

Loki leaned in closer to talk directly into her ear. ‘Who exactly is the guy you are after?’

‘He’s called Alexander Pavlov. Stefan was his sidekick so to say.’

‘Was?’

‘You didn’t think I was going to let him walk out of there alive, did you?’ April laughed, throwing her head back.

‘So not only did the poor guy get sexually frustrated, you also decided to end him before he could get his release?’

‘Correct.’

‘You are one mean woman.’ Loki shook his head and sat back.

A song came on and April downed the rest of her drink quickly, then grabbed Loki’s arm. ‘I love this song. Come dance with me.’ She stood up and tugged him along.

‘I do not dance.’

‘Come on. I’m sure those hips of yours could be deadly on the dancefloor.’ She teased, biting her lower lip in hope of changing his mind.

Loki shrugged, downed his drink too then allowed the infuriating girl to lead him onto the dancefloor. She started moving her hips straight away, letting the music flow through her. She was right about Loki, he could certainly dance when he wanted to.

He was highly distracted when she moved in close to him and turned around, grinding her backside against his front. He gripped her hips and squeezed hard, leaning down towards her ear so she could feel his warm breath against her.

‘Dangerous game, pet.’ He growled.

She turned around and hooked her arms up around his neck, grinning. ‘I do love danger.’

Loki’s eyes darkened as he locked eyes with her. The two of them still moved to the music, but they were only concentrating on one another. That was, until, there was a commotion from the door. The barman was speaking to two men in suits, who were clearly SHIELD agents.

‘He’s over there.’ The barman pointed in Loki’s direction and the two agents made their way through the crowd of people towards him.

‘Well, that is my cue to leave.’ Loki glanced at April then rushed away towards the back exit.

April folded her arms over her chest, pissed off about the interruption. The two agents went by her, she quickly pulled out her knife and slyly stabbed the second agent right in the back. He doubled over in agony when she pulled the knife out from him.

She quickly walked away, muttering ‘One down, one to go.’

Everyone in the club had been so busy dancing and drinking that it took a minute for them to realise there was a man bleeding to death in the middle of the dancefloor. And by that time, April was gone.

Loki rushed out the back exit and made his way down the nearest ally. He kept his hand against his dagger that was in his pocket, in-case he needed to use it.

But he turned down a wrong way and came to a dead end.

‘Shit.’ He hissed.

When he turned to go back, he stopped as one of the agents approached, gun aimed at him.

‘Stop running, Loki. You’re coming in one way or another.’ He hissed.

Loki sighed and put his hands up in defence. ‘Are you going to give me the option of dead or alive? Unlike your so-called colleagues.’

‘Oh no, no option here. I want you in alive. Torture is no fun if you’re dead.’ The agent said and, using his gun, motioned for Loki to start walking with him.

The God gritted his teeth but started walking, hands still up in the air. The barrel of the gun was pressed against his back, that made him keep moving.

When they reached the entrance of the alley, Loki heard a grunting noise then a large thud. The gun was no longer at his back, so he turned around to see the agent on the ground and April stood there holding a large baseball bat.

‘I like his idea of torture. But only if I’m the one giving it out.’ She grinned wickedly, then tossed the bat over her shoulder into a large bin where she’d found it.

‘You really do keep turning up at the right moment.’ Loki said, secretly he was slightly chuffed that she had followed him, but he wouldn’t admit that to her of course.

‘Now you owe me.’ She shrugged and started walking past him, he grabbed her elbow to stop her.

‘I think you’ll find that means we’re even.’

‘No, you owe me.’ She corrected him.

‘You clearly have bad memory.’

‘I remember just perfectly fine, thanks. You were due me a tip.’

‘And you were due me a service.’ Loki countered, with a smug ass grin on his face as he yanked her closer to him.

‘That was just a cover.’ She shrugged. ‘Now, are we getting away from here or not? I’m sure your little friends will be all over this place soon.’ She said, motioning to the agent who was still knocked out unconscious.

Loki nodded in agreement.

‘Let’s go.’

[imagine-loki]

You owe me, Chapter 4

TITLE: You owe me CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 4 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine after the battle in New York, Odin sent Loki back to Earth without his powers as punishment. SHIELD are after him and he meets a woman who isn’t all she seems at first and she has her own agenda. The two end up teaming up, to help one another. But it’s not quite as plain sailing as they’d hoped. RATING: M 

Loki ended up in London a month later, he had managed to stay off SHIELDS radar pretty well. He kept moving on after a few nights, not making the same mistake again of staying in once place for too long. Making his way around the city. He also had a few contacts he could trust in the city too, which was helpful.

Since meeting April, he had become rather frustrated. Sexually. So he found himself seeking out warm bodies some of the nights, just to scratch that itch he had. Most of the time he had an escort come to wherever it was he was staying. Or if he had time, he sought out and seduced beautiful women in bars.

But tonight, he decided to go to a brothel that one of his contacts worked at. He had been raving about a new girl they just hired a few days ago, saying she was getting brilliant reviews already.

So Loki decided to go and give her a test run. Especially since he was going to get in for free.

He put on his best suit and made his way there, just down the road from where he was staying for a few nights. His friend met him at the door and led him in through the back, then gave him a ticket and told him which room to go to.

Loki thanked him and headed off to the room. He wondered what she would look like. Ashamedly, he kept hoping she would look similar to April. He’d found himself seeking out those that had similar aspects to the crazy girl.

Which is why when he entered the room, he momentarily thought he was dreaming when he was faced with the girls back. But the familiar tattoo down her right side, and the same long auburn hair that flowed down her back, made his cock twitch instantly.

She still had her back to him when he closed the door. She was only wearing lingerie, dark green, which just so happened to be his favourite colour.

‘Make yourself comfortable, I hope you’re ready for what I have in store for you.’ April said, still not turning around while she organised various leather straps and other bondage gear.

‘I’m sure whatever you have in store for me is vanilla play compared to what I have in store for you.’ He purred.

She froze at the familiar voice. Once she was over the initial surprise, which only lasted a few seconds, she spun around and a big grin formed on her lips.

‘Well, if it isn’t the God of mischief.’ She crossed the room and stopped right on front of him, in his personal space. ‘Have you gotten taller?’ She asked, having to crane her neck to look up at him.

‘No, you’ve probably gotten smaller.’ He smirked. ‘What are you doing here?’ He crossed the room to sit down.

‘I could ask you the same thing.’ She said, moving to perch on the bed that was opposite him.

‘I asked first.’

April sighed. ‘A guy that I’m trying to reach apparently frequents here. I’m trying to get my hands on him, he knows where I can find… another guy.’

‘And what will you do when you do find him? Hmm? You can’t do anything in here, there are cameras everywhere in the corridor.’ Loki pointed out.

‘I just need to get some information out of him. That’s all. I have my ways.’ She grinned, licking her lips.

‘You’re going to use sex to get what you want?’ Loki raised an eyebrow, slightly impressed.

‘Yep. It’s the best way. Tie him up, have him so close to that pleasure he is here for, only to deny him until I get the information I need. I thought you of all people would know that sex is a fantastic tool to use against someone.’ She winked and stood up.

‘I guess it is. Well, should I go and ask for a different woman to satisfy my own needs? Since you seem to have an agenda of your own, of course.’ Loki smirked and rested his chin on his hand, elbow on the arm of the chair.

‘That depends. Are you a good tipper?’ April asked, taking a few steps towards him.

‘Depends on the service.’

April took that as a challenge. And she did love a challenge. She moved gracefully onto Loki’s lap and straddled him, hooking her arms around his neck. She leaned in close to whisper into his ear. ‘I only take payment upfront. Too many men just take what they want and leave.’

She could feel his large, bulging presence between her thighs. And she made sure to press down against him, making his jaw clench.

‘If I remember correctly, you still owe me.’

‘No… You getting me out of the flat made us even.’ April corrected him, unable to stop herself from running her fingers through his hair, scratching against his scalp that made his breathing hitch.

‘I gave you money to get away.’ Loki said, his hand found its way into her hair and he grabbed a fistful, tugging her head backwards so her neck was bared and he gained the upper hand. He took that opportunity and latched his mouth against her skin, sucking hard and nipping lightly with his teeth. The little gasps that came from her made him even harder.

‘Was that an advanced payment?’ April managed to say once she found her voice again, but the way Loki was still grasping her hair, causing her scalp to burn in the most delightful way, was highly distracting. Not to mention the way his lips were still worrying her neck, with the odd nip here and there.

‘I guess it could be called that.’ Loki chuckled darkly.

The door suddenly burst open and a woman who worked there popped in. She looked a little startled upon seeing April with someone. ‘Shit. Sorry, Ruby. But he’s here.’

April leapt off Loki’s lap and thanked the girl, who then left.

‘Who’s here?’ Loki asked, trying not to show his disappointment at April leaving his lap.

‘The guy I need to get to. Stefan.’ April said quickly, slipping a small pocket knife into her bra. That made Loki cock an eyebrow in amusement. ‘He’s finally here. Then I can get out of this damn place. You have to leave.’

‘Charming way to speak to a customer. I was here first.’ Loki leaned back in the chair, looking like he wasn’t planning on going anywhere anytime soon.

‘Loki, please.’

‘Ohhh, I do like to hear you beg.’ He grinned wickedly.

‘Don’t get used to it.’ She snapped and pointed a whip at him, making him chuckle. ‘Out!’ She then pointed to the door.

Loki sighed, but he reluctantly got up to leave. ‘I think I pity this poor Stefan bloke.’ He winked at April before heading out, making her roll her eyes.

He was going down the corridor when a man walked by, he assumed was Stefan. Loki was so desperate to know what exactly she was up to, in regards to why she wanted Stefan and who she was trying to get to. Why would she go through so much trouble for a personal reason, instead of for money…

Opting instead of going to another girl for release, he pushed his dirty thoughts down and went to the club next door for a drink. He found the girl who was obviously friends with April and asked her to let Ruby know where he was going. 

He wasn’t sure why he decided to stick around, to see her again. But she intrigued him, greatly. Even though she did get on his nerves at the same time.

Loki was on his third double whiskey and coke when April slipped into the bar seat next to him. He didn’t even have to turn his head to know it was her, seeing a petite feminine hand shoot out to grab his drink and down it in one go was tell-tale sign enough it was her.

‘That was my drink.’ He raised an eyebrow and turned to look at her. He wasn’t overly surprised to see she had a cut lip and slightly tousled hair. But at least she was wearing clothes now.

April waved her hand at him and got the attention of the barman. ‘Another of what he was having. And a vodka, straight.’

‘Do I dare ask if you got what you wanted?’ Loki asked while they watched the barman make up their drinks.

‘I always get what I want.’

‘If that’s the case, what is your next step, Ruby?’ Loki smirked.

‘Well, I wasn’t going to use my real name, was I?’

‘April isn’t even your real name.’ Loki said quickly. ‘Stop avoiding my question.’

April winked at the barman when he slid their drinks over to them both. She then turned her full attention on Loki while she started sipping her drink, enjoying the burn of the vodka sliding down her throat.

‘Well, I have the information I need. So I am going to go find my guy.’ She moved the glass in circles, making the drink swirl around.

Loki leaned in closer to talk directly into her ear. ‘Who exactly is the guy you are after?’

‘He’s called Alexander Pavlov. Stefan was his sidekick so to say.’

‘Was?’

‘You didn’t think I was going to let him walk out of there alive, did you?’ April laughed, throwing her head back.

‘So not only did the poor guy get sexually frustrated, you also decided to end him before he could get his release?’

‘Correct.’

‘You are one mean woman.’ Loki shook his head and sat back.

A song came on and April downed the rest of her drink quickly, then grabbed Loki’s arm. ‘I love this song. Come dance with me.’ She stood up and tugged him along.

‘I do not dance.’

‘Come on. I’m sure those hips of yours could be deadly on the dancefloor.’ She teased, biting her lower lip in hope of changing his mind.

Loki shrugged, downed his drink too then allowed the infuriating girl to lead him onto the dancefloor. She started moving her hips straight away, letting the music flow through her. She was right about Loki, he could certainly dance when he wanted to.

He was highly distracted when she moved in close to him and turned around, grinding her backside against his front. He gripped her hips and squeezed hard, leaning down towards her ear so she could feel his warm breath against her.

‘Dangerous game, pet.’ He growled.

She turned around and hooked her arms up around his neck, grinning. ‘I do love danger.’

Loki’s eyes darkened as he locked eyes with her. The two of them still moved to the music, but they were only concentrating on one another. That was, until, there was a commotion from the door. The barman was speaking to two men in suits, who were clearly SHIELD agents.

‘He’s over there.’ The barman pointed in Loki’s direction and the two agents made their way through the crowd of people towards him.

‘Well, that is my cue to leave.’ Loki glanced at April then rushed away towards the back exit.

April folded her arms over her chest, pissed off about the interruption. The two agents went by her, she quickly pulled out her knife and slyly stabbed the second agent right in the back. He doubled over in agony when she pulled the knife out from him.

She quickly walked away, muttering ‘One down, one to go.’

Everyone in the club had been so busy dancing and drinking that it took a minute for them to realise there was a man bleeding to death in the middle of the dancefloor. And by that time, April was gone.

Loki rushed out the back exit and made his way down the nearest ally. He kept his hand against his dagger that was in his pocket, in-case he needed to use it.

But he turned down a wrong way and came to a dead end.

‘Shit.’ He hissed.

When he turned to go back, he stopped as one of the agents approached, gun aimed at him.

‘Stop running, Loki. You’re coming in one way or another.’ He hissed.

Loki sighed and put his hands up in defence. ‘Are you going to give me the option of dead or alive? Unlike your so-called colleagues.’

‘Oh no, no option here. I want you in alive. Torture is no fun if you’re dead.’ The agent said and, using his gun, motioned for Loki to start walking with him.

The God gritted his teeth but started walking, hands still up in the air. The barrel of the gun was pressed against his back, that made him keep moving.

When they reached the entrance of the alley, Loki heard a grunting noise then a large thud. The gun was no longer at his back, so he turned around to see the agent on the ground and April stood there holding a large baseball bat.

‘I like his idea of torture. But only if I’m the one giving it out.’ She grinned wickedly, then tossed the bat over her shoulder into a large bin where she’d found it.

‘You really do keep turning up at the right moment.’ Loki said, secretly he was slightly chuffed that she had followed him, but he wouldn’t admit that to her of course.

‘Now you owe me.’ She shrugged and started walking past him, he grabbed her elbow to stop her.

‘I think you’ll find that means we’re even.’

‘No, you owe me.’ She corrected him.

‘You clearly have bad memory.’

‘I remember just perfectly fine, thanks. You were due me a tip.’

‘And you were due me a service.’ Loki countered, with a smug ass grin on his face as he yanked her closer to him.

‘That was just a cover.’ She shrugged. ‘Now, are we getting away from here or not? I’m sure your little friends will be all over this place soon.’ She said, motioning to the agent who was still knocked out unconscious.

Loki nodded in agreement.

‘Let’s go.’

[roseunspindle]

Getting back into Hellsing and...

I am really loving the idea of dawn era Walter and Alucard, I think they are my favorite ship. This turned into a part fanfic/part train of thought. Oops.

Like, Alucard is just waiting for a Hellsing to slip up, but isn’t very interested in Arthur, he’s the head of the family but is to much the philanderer and playboy to even interest Alucard, so he’s just biding his time, being as unsettling as possible, when Arthur bring to the manner a boy, a peculiar boy.

This boy is everything Arthur isn’t, he’s fierce, strong, passionate, violent, and yet binds that up in hilarious upper crust British stuffiness. Plus, he actually seems to enjoy Alucard’s antics, dropping books on his head, skulking in shadows, talking to him through his mirror, he takes the shape of a young girl to make the boy relax, that doesn’t really work, Walter never seems to forget what Alucard is, but he also, in many ways, doesn’t seem to care. 

Arthur mostly tries to ignore that the 500 year old warlord has gone from being a malevolent presence to pelting his butler/assassin/soldier with dried beans in the kitchen like he has a crush...(Arthur does is best to drown that thought out with a lot of booze.)

Alucard keeps waiting for something to be “to much” for Walter, but the fact that he’s a vampire only takes Walter about a day to process, the “I’m a boy but I changed myself to look like this when you arrived” somehow leaves them both a little quiet. The “I’m Dracula” conversation is actually the least painful yet mostly because Walter starts pulling his fingers away from his nose and Alucard has to shift into his original form just to prove to Walter that his nose didn’t really look like that. 

Walter of course has to read Dracula, as well as Mina and Van Helsing’s journals, and instead of being as painful as Alucard remembered, Walter will ask about some things for clarification or Alucard’s point of view, he can tell Walter doesn’t agree with most of his thoughts at the time, but doesn’t condemn him for them. 

Though the conversation about the reeking breath leads to Walter trapped in giggles for nearly an hour after Alucard admits that Transylvania wasn’t big on modern things like toothbrushes, and finally proves to Walter that his oral hygiene has greatly improved by kissing his still laughing mouth.

This does end the giggles and leaves Walter, who’s only thirteen, blushing rather  alot, while looking kind of pleased, and Alucard feeling a bit shocked. That wasn’t dark, calculated seduction, it was a pure spur of the moment, he looks cute laughing, thing. Alucard feels a bit lost.

Things come to a head when they are in Poland, fighting side by side with Walter is glorious, the boy truly earning his moniker The Angel of Death. He and Alucard rip through Millennium and anyone else like nothing. Walter see’s Alucard shred through soldiers with teeth and hounds and shadows, and (after suitable brushing) still kisses him.

Another hurdle is passed when Walter and Alucard (and Alucard’s coffin) are well out of range of any pick up for a while and Alucard offers Walter space in the coffin, and Walter accepts, they have to tuck it further away from the sun, do to them needing to keep the lid cracked since Walter actually has to breathe.

Alucard feels and odd peace when he lets himself sleep, Walter and he tangled around each other together in his last domain.

It isn’t until they return to England, back to Hellsing and Alucard finds himself a bit listless, for the last months of their tenure in the war, they always slept in the coffin, but they are “home” now, and Alucard fears it will end, but no, come nightfall when he is waking, Walter is sliding into the coffin with him, and he’ll hold the boy for a while, and days when he and Walter have been out hunting all night are the best, for then they sleep the day away together.

Arthur continues to do his best not to notice or think on things. Such as Walter actually using a chunk of money (that he never really spent) to order a stately four poster bed, which went now where upstairs in the house, or the soldiers muttering about seeing the pair embracing after a mission.

He really has to try hard to not notice and not laugh, when the pairs fights often seem to to involve Alucard purposefully running about in dog form and getting things muddy and Walter eating obscene amounts of garlic bread.

He can’t ignore anything the day that Walter gets a deep, nasty stab wound to the side and is in surgery for hours, a frantic Alucard pacing back and forth, masks aside and worry plan on his face. Arthur can’t deny it now, Alucard is in love (with a fifteen year old boy, his mind cries out), he ignores, that. He sent Walter to war at thirteen, he has no room to quibble.

Alucard see’s him watching and stares, almost daring, but at the same time begging him to say something. The great warlord is afraid. Afraid of this fragile being he’s bound to, afraid of these feelings Arthur think’s he’s never really experienced before. When the nurse comes to say Walter can see visitors, he sends Alucard in ahead of him.

When he glances through the open door, Alucard is in his original body, forehead pressed to Walter’s, their hands are clasped and both look peaceful.

After that the pair are less circumspect, though still maintain a level of propriety, for which Arthur is grateful and display’s this gratefulness by trying to clean up better after his own dalliances.

Walter knows that someday he will let Alucard bite him, and turn him into a vampire. It a bit amorphous, this “someday”. It is, until is isn’t. Seriously, a trip to the tailor’s to grab a new suit for Arthur, an unwary driver and Walter thinks and first it is all over.

Until, until a voice, comes to him in the fog, asking, begging, Walter let me, Walter stay with me, forever, an of course, Walter knows this voice, he feels he has an inkling of what the voice wants and does his best to give assent, the world is very fuzzy. There is a sensation to the side of his neck, and he knows, just on the edge of his mind, he thinks he knows what it is, then warmth, on his mouth the voice saying, drink, please, drink, he loves that voice, and so he does.

An undetermined amount of time later, Walter wakes up. He doesn’t hurt, and doesn’t appear to be dead, which is an improvement from his last conscious thought. There are arms around him and when he opens his eyes, he can faintly make out Alucard’s in between face. The face of the body that favors the bright red coat. Interesting. It isn’t until he tries to sit up and bangs his head on the coffin lid, the completely closed coffin lid, which means it’s pitch black but he could still see. Walter mentally adjusts the “not dead” bit on his assessment. Alucard hasn’t moved, though he must be awake, for his own comfort, Walter slides the lid to the side bit, letting in the faint light. Alucard looks at him, waiting, worried, afraid, Walter realizes. 

He supposes it’s one thing to think “someday” but even Walter hadn’t figured he’d have just made nineteen when it happened, nor that it would be a car accident of all things, or that Walter wouldn’t even be properly conscious for it. He looks down into Alucard’s face and lets his own soften and Alucard’s relief is palpable. There will be time to learn this new body for fighting later for now...

Arthur really can’t help but notice his butler’s new red eyes, delicate fangs, and for whatever reason, new lineup of black, grey, and red shirts, he asks about the shirts and Walter simply rolls his eyes and mutters “Alucard” and Arthur accepts that as the explanation it is.

Things are a bit raw, the men are unnerved by it, well some are, others seem almost thrilled, Arthur really doesn't want to know, the maids are a bit leery, but Walter never falters, never even gives a hint that he desires human blood. Though the way Alucard hovers in those first weeks, Arthur rather thinks that no human blood, fresh or preserved passes Walter’s lips. only Alucards. 

Arthur shakes his head as he watches Alucard in his feminine form drop a just neatened stack of books on Walter’s head, life is strange and he feels almost happy about that. Because if a a five hundred year old warlord vampire can at long last find love in a boy from from the streets, well, anyone could, even womanizing drunkards like him. 

[akatokuro]

The Inevitable StS Rewatch, Episode 36

One of the most truly pressing issues in Saint Seiya canon: why the fuck is Milo like this?

- I SEE THAT SAGA SENSED THAT AIOLOS WAS TAKING A BATH, SO HE FELT THE NEED TO JUMP IN TOO! and thus a meme was born

- Uhhhh, Saga? I know you probably had a crush on Aiolos at all, but... really, dude? ????????

- AND HEEEERE HEEEEE ISSSSSSSS

- Milo's ridiculous ego is on full display the second he opens his fucking mouth. No "what's going on, Pope?" or "How may I serve you?" but "WOW, POPE, FOR YOU TO SUMMON A GOLD SAINT! (DID I MENTION I'M A GOLD SAINT, BECAUSE I AM.)

- MILO. ALL HE FUCKING DID WAS ASK IF YOU KNEW ABOUT THE SITUATION. What is the need for you to add "heh, not that I care, since I'm so awesome, just so you know!" Yes, a lot of Gold Saints have pretty overinflated egos - yume and I actually thought about it, and we're pretty sure Camus is just about the ONLY one who doesn't pull some form of smug "heh, a Bronze trying to fight a Gold? lmao, and also, rofl" but Scorpio Milo is... something else.

- Ikki working for Sanctuary at first still feels really weird and ill-fitting. Well, fortunately, it's not really dwelled on that much, so it's easily ignored! That's one of the good things about there being no real Saint Seiya canon... <_<

- In a way, though, it is certainly fitting that Milo's scene here is our first proper introduction to a "Gold Saint", because Milo certainly thinks he is THE Gold Saint in a lot of ways. It drips from the way he responds to everything. "Measly Bronze Saints, they must be crazy, lol!" It's actually really interesting to think he was originally planned to be Hyouga's master. Like, in some ways that really fits - Smugswan had to get the smug and the overinflated sense of ego from somewhere, and it sure as hell wasn't Camus!

- It's also sort of interesting because Kurumada pulled the switcheroo on the basis of "oooh, ice/water themed signs, oooh!" But even at this stage, Milo definitely has a very, very different personality than Marshmallow Saint Camus. What would he and Hyouga's hypothetical encounter have looked like, really...?

- I'm not trying to imply, by the way, that Milo's sense of egotism is solely about straightforwardly boosting himself up - because it's not. It's intertwined with his perception of Saint honor and what it means to him to embody that, which becomes clear in how he deals with Camus, Hyouga, and Kanon respectively later on. It's also intertwined with a negative five thousand debuff to his intelligence stat, but, you know.

- I love Saga just sort of ignoring Milo going WHAT? A BRONZE BEATING A SILVER? RIDICULOUS, I HAVE NEVER HEARD OF SUCH A THING! and continuing to exposit. Saga, why the fuck did you summon Milo of all people here to deal with this in the first place? I mean, not only would leaning on Aphrodite, Deathmask, or even Shura make infinitely more sense, but... it's fucking Milo. Did your bath-bonding with Aiolos rattle your judgment temporarily?  

- And right back at him, Milo basically brushes aside poor Saga's exposition to go "ARE YOU SERIOUSLY BOTHERING THE GREAT KONO MILO WITH THIS BULLSHIT, POPE? REALLY??? KONO MILO, THE GOLD SAINT???"

- Saga begins to realize his terrible, terrible mistake and cuts off Milo in the middle of his bitching, but Milo ignores him to continue whining.

- See, it'd be one thing if Milo suggested that the situation bore more investigation, or perhaps these Bronze Saints were being misled so they shouldn't be so fast to jump to the execution option, but no. It's all about his fucking pride.

- Saga is getting so edgy and short at this point and oh my god I cannot believe Milo is still fucking trying to argue with him THIS IS THE FUCKING POPE WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

- Like, yume and I utterly lost our fucking minds at Milo blowing off Athena to haze Kanon when we were re-watching the Hades OAVs, but oh god it is extremely fucking consistent with this characterization here

- Poor Saga. "LOOK, THEY HAVE A FUCKING GOLD CLOTH, OKAY!?!? JESUS CHRIST WHY THE FUCK DID I NOT GET APHRODITE TO DO THIS"

- okay okay i know it's because lol seat of the pants kurumada making shit up as he went along and was promptly retconned out because it makes no sense but i will never stop laughing at milo being shocked that there are twelve gold saints. WHAT??? NOT JUST SCORPIO AND SAGITTARIUS???? WHO WOULD HAVE EVER GUESSED???? THEY COME IN, LIKE, A SET????

- Kanon pretending he's Sea Dragon is the funniest moment in Saint Seiya, but Milo's spectacular intelligence debuff is also a consistent point of hilarity.

- Shaina's crush on Seiya might be, like, one of my least favorite things in StS seriously. It's so unnecessary and it IS basically a pitch-perfect example of that "behind the ruthless, frightening female warrior lies ~the soft heart of a woman~ that only the dreamy male protagonist can truly uncover!" trope that I fucking despise with all my being.

- yume and I were cracking the fuck up to discover that the Tencent version of this sequence has Seiya bringing up the Saintias when Shaina explains the mask issue. Like, my issues with Saintia Sho as a series aside, that's just really adorable.

- The mask issue in general... there are really interesting things that you could do with it, both for Sainthood in general and for Shaina as an individual (the vibe I get is that Shaina takes it unusually seriously, even though it is accepted as a general rule) since it feels like sort of a mark of sexism that would be a part of an old, traditional, religious order - but I can't say I'm a fan of any attempts so far in the series to "address" it. Omega was a thing, and that thing was Bad.

- "Kill or love" is pretty bullshit, though. How about "kill or be expelled from Sanctuary"? I also don't really like Seiya being all "what, is that the only reason?" when he thinks it's about humiliation/pride - like, what's wrong with that? It makes sense with how Shaina has been characterized...

- this flashback is so fucking stupid

- OH NO, SEIYA, YOU SAW ME PET A RABBIT WHEN YOU WERE A LITTLE KID AND I WAS A TEENAGER AND THUS YOU HAVE UNLOCKED MY SOFT WOMAN'S HEART! I bet Seiya fucking tried to jump a high bar, too, as every single woman from the Fate franchise happened to be strolling by?

- Like, Shaina, did you fall in love with this little kid who talked down to you then or... because uhhh...

- Also, like, yeah, it's Saint Seiya, and "pulled things out of my ass" and "retconned" are the name of the game, but come on, there was no indication of this kind of past in all the screentime Shaina has had up until this point. Wasn't her grudge against him regarding Marin and Cassios and being defeated by him in battle enough? Do we really have to enforce her ~femininity~ that Seiya ~exposed~ too? Ugh ugh ugh.

- Whatever, I really do like Shaina, this garbage aside. It's just a shame we fell back on this dumb trope of all things to justify her transition into one of the good guys when it was wholly unneeded.

- Aaaand we're back to Milo and Saga. I love how the framing of this episode implies that Saga has been sitting there having to explain things very slowly to Milo all fucking day. Gonna need another bath to unwind after this shit, Gemini.

- HAVE I MENTIONED, POPE, THAT I AM A GOLD SAINT, AND THUS I AM AMAZING? I'M NOT SURE YOU KNEW. LET ME MENTION IT AGAIN. I'M A GOLD SAINT, BY THE WAY.

- And Lia enters the scene!

- Okada made this an explicit issue in Episode G, but the contrast between fully-decked-out-in-his-Cloth "have I mentioned in the last five minutes that I am a Gold Saint, preen preen" Milo and Lia--who strolls in WITHOUT his Cloth, just his regular training clothes - is really striking.

- Milo's face when Lia comes in... hmmm...

- I don't think Saga, like, actively made a point of or went out of his way to play ~mind games~ with Aiolia or anything, but this is definitely a deliberate passive-aggressive diss. The kind you would give when it's like, ah yes, I ruined this kid's life, let me just innocuously twist the knife a little here...

- You really can understand why Aiolia is as fucking mad and as fucking repressed as he is, from the dressed-up hostility coming from both sides in this whole amazing shitstorm.

- This is... an amazing moment. "What if I still wanted Milo to go?" "Eh, I'd kick his fucking ass." And Milo's EXCUSE ME!?!?! reaction lmfaooooo

- You can just sense the stony bitterness coming off of Lia here, though? This is a dangerous game to play, considering the whole rule about "no duels between Saints." Just the sheer dismissiveness of it, too. Just as Saga gets in his passive-aggressive digs against Aiolia, Lia gets his in against... Milo, lol?

- And Milo starts trying to argue with the Pope AGAIN and Saga finally just tells him to shut the hell up. Saga confirmed for legitimately impressive patience honestly.

- God, and Lia just leaves once he gets the confirmation. I LOVE that Aiolia went through this whole thing since coming in without saying a single fucking word to Milo or sparing him more than a glance. Please, just ask this man about his opinion of Scorpio Milo, I’m begging you.

- MILO FOR FUCK'S SAKE.

- And Saga is the one who points out that, BECAUSE of his history and his relation to Aiolos, he has a compelling reason to work on this case in particular. Milo just stops at HOW COULD YOU RELY ON HIM HE HAS TRAITOR'S BLOOD. The intelligence debuff is real.

- But, yeah, you can tell Lia has cause to be as cold, dismissive, and passive-aggressive towards Milo as he was. They... they do not have a good relationship.  

- It legitimately boggles my mind how there is a weird semi-common fanon about Milo and Lia being close friends, or Milo being this great guy who was so supportive of him. I've run across it multiple times in my hunts for cute fanart or interesting discussion, and I feel like I'm staring at an incomprehensible alien entity every time. Like. Where did you get that. How did. The characterization we get from both of them indicates the exact opposite. I would not be remotely surprised if Aiolia, as bitter and angry as he truly is, is going to hold a grudge against Milo until the end of time, long after Milo has forgotten about it.

- Rather than being his friend, Milo is literally the ONLY Gold Saint we see actually giving Aiolia shit for being a traitor's brother. Like I mentioned back in the Silver Saint scene with Aiolia, yume and I actually talked about this - since she is a raving Aiolia fan and all - about the possible sources of Lia's torment from his peers. The shitty Silver Saints, yes, and Deathmask, yes, because he's actively malicious in general, but he wouldn't be rubbing it in because he actually cares or thinks Lia having "traitor blood" actually means something. MILO sure does, though!

- Milo is prideful, often in shallow ways, and incredibly overbearing about that pride, thinking he has the right to lecture and judge and override others, including Athena herself. There is like literally no question in my mind that he is friends with Camus because Camus is basically the only person who knows him who will actually tolerate him.

- Milo: "Hmm, lots of people don't trust the Pope, and no one has seen his face. WHAT COULD IT MEAN??? welp back to my temple wonder what camus is up to"

- "Brother, I will make up for your sin, even if I have to sacrifice my life!" with a thousand-yard stare. Aiolia, you really, really need some therapy, badly...

- Man, I was gonna cover more episodes with this writeup, but it ends up I had a lot of ranting bottled up about GOD MILO WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU. Oh well. Next time, Aiolia continues to have serious, serious psychological problems! A good time is had by all!

[duhhthor]

Unprofessional Crush | Pt.3

Tom Holland x Celebrity!reader

Summary: Two celebrities with huge crushes on one another. They always tend to be unprofessional and embarrassing when it comes to the other. 

Word Count: 3k

Pairings: Tom Holland x reader ; PLATONIC!Harry Styles x reader

Warnings: lots of cursing and reader embarrassing herself (but what’s new?)

Part 1 |  Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Tom’s P.O.V.

For the last couple of weeks any type of press I had because of Avengers: Infinity War had at least one question or comment about my crush on the famously known Angel. So, it wasn’t a surprise when the interviewer mentioned her once again.

“Changing the subject completely! We have to talk about (Y/N)’s new viral video!” She exclaims in a peppy tone.

“Yes! I just watched it on my way here! Their friendship is so funny and just adorable-” I realize she has a puzzled look on her face as I say this.

“Wait, what video are you talking about?” I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion at her question.

“The latest one? Where she reunites with Harry and spills his cereal all over?” My voice full of doubt.

“Oh! No, there’s another one! I understand the confusion, I mean this girl! We have a new viral video of her at least every week! Not that I’m complaining I love all of them, she’s hilarious!” She explains, her face suddenly fills with excitement. “Wait! I’m guessing you haven’t seen it yet? What do you say I show you it right now so we get to see your reaction.”

“Okay, yeah sure!” I nod, not really knowing what to expect. While waiting for her to pull the video on her phone.  

It starts with (Y/N) opening her car door, about to get in.

“(Y/n)! Wait! We were wondering what’s your opinion on Tom Holland having a crush on you?” I cover my face and groan as soon as I hear what the fan asked her. The reporter chuckles at me.

“Well, he’s quite the guy isn’t he?” (Y/N)’s sweet voice fills my ears and I instantly remove the hand covering my face.

“I mean I’ve never met him in person but from his interviews he looks like such a smart, funny, amazing guy!” A small smile spreads on my lips and I have to fight against it taking over my entire face. Wait, she watches my interviews!?

“Plus, he’s a huge dork, which I find adorable.” I groan at her words, feeling myself blush. “And he’s literally Spider-Man!” I chuckle at this.

“Yet, it’s been almost a month since that interview and he still hasn’t made a move on me!?” My eyes widen at that. And I feel myself blush even harder, making me question if my cheeks aren’t on actual fire. She actually wants me to make a move on her!? “It’s not the poor guy’s fault I bet he’s busy as hell!” I nod agreeing with her, but still, what!?

I watch as she twists around, probably looking at someone then turns back forward facing the fans, with a mischievous smirk gracing her face. “I’ll tell you what, the next time I see him I’ll ask him out myself!” My mouth drops open and my eyes must look like their from a cartoon.

The interviewer chuckles at me and I shake my head trying to break out of my trance, quickly shutting my mouth. She starts talking to me but I can’t even process the words leaving her mouth. Too caught up with my thoughts.

What!? (Y/N) (Y/LN) actually wants me to ask her out!? And she-

I suddenly feel two hands squeeze each of my shoulders. Now, that finally makes me snap out of it. The interviewer seems stunned by whoever it is because she stopped talking. As I’m about to turn around to discover who the culprit is, I feel a soft pair of lips press a delicate kiss onto my cheek. And then the head that was resting on my shoulder is gone.

I turn around, spotting a retreating form quickly walking towards the one and only Harry Styles, waving at me with a cheeky smile. My eyes snap back to the feminine form that quickly grabs his hand and starts dragging him ahead with her.

My eyes widen in realization. And I’m a stuttering mess all over again.

“Is that- Was that- Was that (Y/N) (Y/LN)!?” I ask the interviewer, my gaze still fixed on the back of the duo.

“Yes! It was!” She squeals. “And that was straight up adorable! Can we just take a minute to acknowledge how beautiful she is!? I mean her pictures don’t do her justice! And let’s not even start with the dress she’s wearing!” She states excitedly.

I can’t seem to remove my eyes from her, so I nod in agreement, even though I still haven’t been able to actually see her in person, I know that what the reporter is saying has to be true. When my view of her gets covered up by a cameraman -probably trying to get an interview with everyone’s favorite friendship duo -  at last I return my attention to the woman standing in front of me.

“Ah, sorry! I got sidetracked by her!” I quickly shake my head with a soft smile.

“Totally understandable, I guess she has that kind of effect on people.” My brain still tries to make sense out of what just happened.

“This is so funny we were watch-”

“Holy shit! That- That just happened! Actually what the fuck!?”

(Y/N)’s P.O.V.

After having to go through a couple of interviews Harry’s publicist set up for us, we finally enter the auditorium where the award show’s going to be hosted. I let him guide us to our seats while we’re clowning around and probably making huge fools of ourselves.

I finally look up when we get to the first row spotting the only two that are empty and I instantly slam my arm against Harry’s chest.

“His face- Oof!” He looks at me as if I’m delusional. “What the hell (Y/N)?!” I walk in front of him, facing him.

“I should be asking you that!” I whisper yell with a smile on my face, aware of all the cameras around us that could easily manipulate this into a rumor. “You knew about our seating arrangement and didn’t think of telling me you ass!” His brows scrunch up and he discreetly looks over my shoulder. As soon as he spots who’s sitting besides the two vacant chairs he chokes on a laugh, having met my intense glare.

“This is amazing!” He throws his head back and laughs wholeheartedly not being able to keep it in. “(Y/N), I swear it wasn’t like this before! They had Ed Sheeran, sitting besides us! They must’ve changed it and whoever did, is a bloody genius!”

“No this isn’t amazing! How the fuck am I supposed to sit next to his stupidly sweet ass the entire night without making a complete fool out of myself!” I pinch my nose in frustration.

“Hey!” The goof in front of me snaps with a smile that means trouble. “It’s the perfect opportunity for you to fulfill your promise! You can ask him out!”

“Stop enjoying this so much! I am NOT asking him out! Harry if I do that I’ll have to sit besides him for the next three hours!” I whisper yell. For some unknown reason that only makes his smile widen.

“Perfect! You can talk to him for the next hours and I’ll be right besides you!” I roll my eyes.

“Oh and you’ll make everything better! I’m not doing it.” I shake my head, while crossing my arms.

“Oh, but you are! You never back out of a dare.” I smirk at him.

“Exactly and this isn’t a dare so I won’t do it.” He smirks in return.

“Fine, (Y/N) (Y/LN) I dare you to-” I quickly catch on and widen my eyes in desperation, so I cover my ears with my hands. He rolls his eyes. (Yes, we’ve been through this before).

“Not doing it! I didn’t hear what you’ve said.” I say with a toothy grin.

“Fine! Keep your ears covered like that for a little longer, let someone take a picture of you and twist it into something else. Like us having a horrible fight or who knows what their creative little minds will come up with. Harper will have your head for it either way.” He says crossing his arms with a confident smirk.

I glare at him. “You’re evil. You’re just pure evil.” I lower my hands.

“Thank you! Now where was I?” He says with a huge smile. “Oh yes! (Y/N) (Y/LN) I dare you to ask Tom Holland on a date until the end of the award show! And you have to do it before he does.” He finishes with a victorious smile.

I huff crossing my arms “Fine, I’ll do it.” I show him my tongue, which only makes him laugh at me and grab my cheek. “Let go!” I smack his hand, totally forgetting we’re in public.

I grab his hand and we start walking towards our seats, glancing at the british actor finding him talking to someone. And I instantly freeze. “Harry, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t!” I whine looking at him.

My face lights up when I come up with an idea. “We could switch seats! You sit next to him! And I’ll ask him out when this ends! Yes! That’s perfect!” When I look at Harry he’s already shaking his head.

“Nope. No can do.”

“Yes. Yes can do.” I swear I’m about to cry of frustration, he doesn’t understand that I actually really want to go with Tom and see if it leads to something. I don’t want to make a bigger fool out of myself. Why did I have to be so impulsive yesterday?

“Harry please! I’m begging you please switch with me! I’ll literally get down on my knees.” He chuckles, forgetting who he’s talking to.

“No you won’t.” I raise my eyebrow and start getting down on my knees, when he pulls me up by the forearm. “For Christ’s sake (Y/N)! Harper will kill me! I’ve already made you famously known for your periods! No need for you to become some meme or worse!”

He grabs my hand again and starts dragging me to our designated places. At this point I’m just praying that the host gets sick. My eyes widen in realization. “Harry I don’t feel so well, I’m kind of light-headed I think I might pass out.” He rolls his eyes.

“You should seriously start auditioning for movie roles.” He grumbles with a smile on his face.

“I know right? I was-” I realize I dropped my facade and huff. Harry chuckles at me and I’m failing at hiding my smile.

“I love you so much, you know that right?” He says with an intense stare and a small smile, I look at him and smile.

“Yeah, yeah love you too. Even if you want me to make a huge fool of myself in front of my crush.” I hug his waist sideways, squeezing before letting go.

He stops once again, forcing me to look at him. His playfulness gone.

“I swear I’m only doing this because I think you deserve to be happy with someone that’ll treat you right.” He clenches his jaw. “Unlike those assholes you’ve dated before. If you really don’t want to sit next to him, tell me right now. Because I’ll switch with you in an instant, if you feel you’ll be uncomfortable next to him. And for the small amount of time I spent with him I’m confident he’ll treat you like you deserve to be treated. If it does end up working out, you’ll be the dorkiest and funniest couple to ever walk this planet, now that’s a fact.”

I look at him with a huge smile and instantly crush him in a tight hug. “What did I do to deserve you?” I ask him face pressed under his chin. “I love you so so much Harry.” I squeeze him even tighter.

“You’re going to ruin my shirt with your makeup.” He mumbles in my hair.

“You had to ruin the moment.” I roll my eyes. Then I mutter a soft “I’ll sit next to Tom.”

He lets go of me instantly. “Yes! You won’t regret your decision! Now come on you’ve got to ask a certain someone on a date!” He wiggles his eyebrows and I have to shush him for yelling that, making a few bystanders glance at us.

We get to our seats, Tom looks up from his phone and puts it away when he senses someone approaching, instantly standing up to greet us. When his eyes fall on me he looks completely awestruck, which makes me blush and grip Harry’s hand tighter.

“Ow!” He yelps letting go of my hand. I want to slap the tall idiot I call my friend.

I hear this adorable laughter come from Tom, making me want to run up to him and squeeze the life out of him. Okay, (Y/N) tone it down with the adrenaline, making me think and act this way.

“Tom! So nice to see you! How are you?” Harry hugs him for a second.

“I’m great! How about you?” He asks my best friend without removing his gaze from me. I smile a little when I notice him wiping his hand on his pants, probably trying to make them less clammy.

“Fine, fine! If I don’t think about the hand my best friend just tried to rip off of me.” My glare towards Harry is so intense I’m surprised there isn’t a hole through him. I’ll have to tell Harper I’m learning from her. “Oh! So this is (Y/N) the one who hung up on you a couple of weeks ago.” I pinch his arm, making him wince and the ass doesn’t even try to cover his pain.

“I take it back, I don’t love you.” I show him my tongue, causing both men to chuckle at me. “Anyways, it’s nice to finally meet you, in person that is!” I smile at Tom.

“Yes! It’s nice to finally meet you too!” He replies with a charming smile. If Harry wasn’t standing next to me I swear I’d probably fall, with my knees buckling. The boys start some small talk, while I try to think of ways I can ask him on a date.

The lights to the venue go off and back on signaling that we’re supposed to take a seat. And I remember I have to do it before he tries to make a move on me. If he plans on doing that, what if he’s already talking to someone else and was just trying to be polite that day? Because of Harry being there and all? These thoughts make me even more nervous, my stomach shifts uneasily with nerves, I notice that I’m hugging myself with my hands, which are pinching into my skin. I instantly release them, but can’t figure out what to do with them, so I clasp and unclasp them as if in constant need of reassurance that this is actually about to happen.

And then I stop all together because I realize I’m making myself look like a seal clapping its hands. I just turn towards my seat and sit down. Tom and Harry follow.

Then out of nowhere I decide to say the most embarrassing sentence of my life, that would also change it forever.

“I really like you, I mean I don’t? Like, I do but not like that. Okay, I really hope you get me. And I think you’re super cute and just adorable and I mean you’re Spider-Man! But, basically do you want to go on a date with me?” I slap my hand onto my mouth and groan.

I hear Harry crack-up besides me. “Smooth (Y/N) real smooth.”

“Fuck you.” I snap at him, which only makes him laugh louder.

“For a supermodel you’d think you were actually good at this.” He continues still laughing.

“As if you’re any better!” I accuse him.

“Uhm, yes I am better than you when it comes to this.” I roll my eyes.

“No you aren’t. Do I need to remind you of when-” He covers my mouth and sobers up instantly.

“That’s low, even for you.” I lick his hand, he makes a face and pulls it off my lips.

Tom clears his throat, making us both look at him. “Oh shit.” I mumble remembering what just left my mouth.

 HOW AM I GOING TO SIT BESIDES HIM FOR THE NEXT THREE HOURS AFTER THAT?!

“Okay, let’s just forget I said all of that and talk about… Avengers: Infinity War! I mean, what made you think it was okay to do that to all of us!” I glare at him jokingly.

He starts to laugh at me and shake his head.

“Yes.” He nods while chuckling.

“Yes?” I scrunch. “As in you think it was okay to destroy my heart in little pieces!? I feel bad for Harry I dragged him with me to the movie theater and I was clinging onto him while sobbing into his chest.”

His laugh is louder this time making a smile grow itself onto my face.

“Yes, I’ll go on a date with you (Y/N).” My smile widens and I automatically without thinking, pull him in a hug.

“Oh, thank everything! I was so worried I made myself look like an idiot for nothing!” He chuckles again and hugs me back.

When I let go and turn to look at Harry he’s smiling at me and wiggling his eyebrows.

A few seconds later the host gets on stage and starts her opening speech.

“Oh, and in case you guys were wondering!” They motion to where we’re seated. “Yes, we did rearrange the seat’s arrangements to get the two of you sitting next to each other! Even if we didn’t know if (Y/N) would be here.” We all chuckle.

Harry mutters a small “Told you so.” In my ear.

“I mean we had to try and help (Y/N) get her chance to ask Tom himself on a date!” The entire audience goes crazy with this. “Let me tell you we can’t wait for Hollywood’s hottest and dorkiest couple! So get together already.” The crowd cheers agreeing with the host.

“If they’d let me know about this part of the speech I swear I would’ve been way cooler when asking you out.”

The boys chuckle at me.

“I honestly doubt nothing when it comes to you.” Harry states.

A/N 

I made this chapter longer because it’s everyone’s favorite dork’s birthday! 

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[tilltheendwilliwrite]

Of Blood and Roses

Chapter Nine

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Loki x Lauren  |  Word Count: 6980 Warnings: Fluff and smexy

She inhaled a sharp little breath, turned pale as freshly fallen snow, and tried to pull away. “Why… why ever would you think there was anythin’ wrong?” Lauren asked.

“Lauren,” Loki said softly, cupping her cheek. “In less than a day, Sif has twice assisted you. Once by offering her mount to see you safely to the palace, and again by explaining our bond from a woman’s perspective in such effectiveness she has left me astounded. I knew you would get on well, but I had no idea it would be this well or so quickly. If something troubles her, I wish to help.”

“Oh, now why'd you have to go and say somethin’ so darn sweet?” Lauren huffed.

“I won't pry, nor force you to answer, but I do wish to assist if I can.”

Lauren sighed and leaned into him, resting her head against his chest as she loosely wrapped her arms around his waist. “She’s lonely. I don't want to break confidence with her, but she's really lonely, Loki.”

He didn't understand how that could be. “But… she has friends, comrades. Brothers in Arms. She fights at Thor’s side and is always welcome at his table.”

“So were you.” She pressed away from him when his arms fell slack in surprise and made her way toward the fire burning in the hearth. “She sacrificed a lot to reach her place. So much so, she's lost a part of herself. Do you know people mock her when they call her Lady Sif?”

“That's absurd!” Loki huffed.

SHe cast him a withering glance. “Three times today Fandral hurt her feelin’s with careless words. Volstagg isn't much better. Hogun treats her with respect, but it's that offered to another warrior, not what's usually offered a woman. And don't even get me started on Thor. Frat buddies come to mind,” she grumbled, crossing her arms.

Such irritation and aggression rippled through his heart stone, Loki was a little worried to broach the subject further. “And what does this have to do with you, my love?”

“Loki… you can't laugh or make fun of her if I tell you. If y’all are serious about helpin’, then you can help, but only if you promise me you'll behave.”

“I swear it, my heart. As a God of Asgard.” It all sounded very foreboding. He didn't like the idea of her doing something potentially dangerous on her own.

She stared at him for a long time, her eyes shifting between his as he made his way closer. “She gave up her sexuality to become Lady Sif, and she'd like to get it back. I'm gonna help her to be a girl again.”

Loki choked back a startled snort of laughter. “I beg your pardon?”

“I knew you'd make fun!” she huffed and stomped away. “All you Asgardians look at her like she's some strange creature cause, gods forbid she can swin’ a sword better than y’all, but she’s still a woman, dammit! The women alienate her cause she can fight. She's sneered at by the men because she can do it better than them, and her friends treat her like a thing to be made fun of! Well, I won't stand for it! She's a woman, dammit, and if she wants to wear a fancy dress and learn to flirt cause a fella’s caught her eye, y’all can be darn sure I'm gonna teach her!”

She said Asgardians more like Ass-guardians as she stormed through the room, and Loki knew he’d put his foot in it again. “Lauren, darling.”

“Don't you darlin’ me, you overgrown ice rink! I thought you of all people would understand the desire to find love and happiness, but evidently,” she snarled, standing in the bathroom doorway, “I was wrong!”

The door slammed in his face.

Loki stood stunned for a moment blinking at the door before reaching out to try and get a handle on Lauren’s at play emotions.

Frustration and anger, certainly. Embarrassment for having reacted so strongly, and shame for breaking a confidence Lauren now felt she shouldn't have shared. The guilt and fear of what he’d do with the knowledge were causing hot tears to slide down her face as she washed off her makeup.

Loki didn't bother with doors. He shifted himself to her back and took her by the shoulders. “I'm sorry, Lauren. My reaction was insensitive and rude. My only excuse is I was surprised. I never imagined Sif wanting more than to be a warrior worthy of her place at my brother’s side.”

“Well, she does!” Lauren huffed.

He flicked his fingers, cleansing the tears and makeup from her, returning his beautiful Lauren to her natural state. “I can see that, my heart, and how important this is to you. But why you?”

“Who else would she dare ask? Everyone here shows her a semblance of respect but doesn't actually respect her. They see nothin’ but the sword and mock the woman. Why would she ask anyone else when they would likely have done the same as you and laughed in her face.”

He turned her to face him when the tears started down her cheeks again. “Lauren, sweet love, you're breaking my heart.”

“You're just gonna make fun of her, and I'll lose my new friend!” she sobbed, breaking his heart further.

“No, darling. No. I promise you I won't. I was startled, certainly, but I wouldn’t make jokes at Sif’s expense. Not about this. Never about this.” He wiped the tears from her cheeks as fast as they fell. “Please don't cry, love.”

“Everyone deserves love,” she whispered.

“Yes, they do,” he agreed wholeheartedly. “I want to help Sif. I swear I will behave. Not jokes, no teasing. Well, perhaps a little, but only to help her grow more confident in her interactions. Teasing is part of flirting, after all, and I assume it was flirting you two were speaking of.”

“Yes,” she sniffled.

He magicked her a hanky for her nose. “I'm sorry I distressed you, my love. It was not my intention.”

“I was about to be very mad at you,” she mumbled, wiping her face.

“Now there is no need. I will be an utter delight in your endeavour. Exceptionally helpful.” He would promise her the moon if she would but stop crying. “I was an insensitive clod. Do you forgive me?”

She peered up at him for another long moment, her gaze shifting back and forth between his eyes as if searching for any hint of deception. When she sighed and relaxed against him, he knew she'd found the truth, for there was none. “I do.”

Two words. That was all it took for his heart to resume beating. “Good. Now, who is this fellow who makes Sif’s heart flutter?”

“No, Loki.”

“Come now,” he huffed. “I already said I would assist and not make jokes. How am I to help tailor her interactions to catch this young swain if I do not know his name? Perhaps he won't fancy her, and I can break it to her gently before she is hurt.” He didn't like the idea of Sif getting hurt any more than he enjoyed Lauren’s tears. And wasn't that a startling realization.

Lauren moved away, out of the room into the closet. “That's just it. I don't want to tailor her reactions. I want her to learn to be comfortable in her skin like I have these last few years. If she can do that, then perhaps she'll draw his eyes all on her own. But if she doesn't, perhaps she'll draw the eyes of another instead and find love where it was least expected.”

It appeared that idea sent a pang through her heart. “But you want the one she loves to love her back, don't you?”

“Very much,” Lauren whispered as she divested herself of her jewelry, placing it back inside the box he’d presented it to her, and began peeling the gown from her shoulders.

Intrigued, Loki narrowed his eyes in thought. It wasn't as if she knew many people here for her to have judged them so swiftly to make such a statement.  So who could this mystery man be? Volstagg and Hogun were both wed already, that only left…

He inhaled sharply.

Fandral?

“Oh, my stars…” he whispered, shock rendering him nearly speechless.

“Loki?” Lauren frowned over her shoulder.

This was a terrible idea. Fandral was the quintessential rake. He had no desire to stop his philandering ways and would only break Sif’s heart if she tried to tame him. Lauren was apparently aware of this or she would not be so cautious in merely teaching Sif to be comfortable in her femininity.

“Nothing. Nothing, darling.” He moved to assist her and was soon distracted by her soft skin beneath his hands.

“It was a nice party,” Lauren murmured, exhaustion softening her voice. “And a beautiful dress, elskan min.”

“It was only beautiful because you wore it. On another, it would appear a rag.”

“Hmm,” she giggled. “Silver tongue.”

“It could be your pleasure tongue if you wished it,” he whispered, skimming his hands over her hips when her dress hit the floor, and licked a path from the point of her shoulder all the way to her ear, stopping only to bite a gentle mark over her swiftly beating pulse.

“Loki,” she sighed, her head falling to his shoulder.

Her exhaustion beat at him, evident in the quiver of her legs and the sluggish way the desire spilled through his heart stone.

“It’s alright, pet. Let's put you to bed.”

A gown of lavender silk fell around her temptress body, and Loki reached up to take the tiara from her hair to return to its place in the chest which had held it for an age, waiting for his Àstvinur to wear. He closed the lid on all the sparkling gems only to find two more when he looked up. He would never tire of gazing into her stunning emerald eyes.

“You're magnificent.”

She smiled and held out her hand. “I was earlier. Now I'm just plain ol’ me.”

“No, pet. Like this you are perfect. The rest is garnish. You are glorious without it.” He threaded magic laced hands through her hair, taking apart the careful coiffure the twins had created and let the mane of gold and platinum curls fall around her face.

Pink coloured her cheeks, and her happiness flooded his heart.

“I never guessed I could love like this,” he said, bringing his hands to her face. “My heart swells and aches with how much I adore you.”

Her hands closed around his wrists. “I know, peaches. I feel it too.”

“We are ridiculously sappy,” he chuckled.

“Happy, Loki. I'm happy. I'm okay with bein’ a little sickenin’ly sappy if I can have this. You, us, everythin’. I'm okay with it.”

“As am I, love. As am I.”

He swept her from her feet to his arms to stride toward their bed where it was nothing to magic his clothes away, the bedding back, and settle down in the center with her. A flick of his wrist had the doors closing, the fire within the chamber flaring up to keep off the chill, and the silks and furs sliding back over them.

She curled into his chest, a heavy sigh falling from her lips when her head landed on his shoulder and her hand over his heart. “Loki?”

“Mm?” he hummed, lightly stroking his fingers up and down her back.

“Someday I'd like to try your fantasy,” she whispered.

His eyes snapped open to watch the flames in the hearth flicker and dance their shadows across the ceiling. “Would you?”

“Yeah,” she sighed and snuggled closer, her knee sliding over his thigh. “I would.”

“How delightful,” he purred. “One day we will.”

“I thought tonight…”

He shushed her, drawing her further into his embrace. “You need to rest, my love. We can play later.”

“Okay,” she sighed, quickly falling into sleep against him.

Barely able to contain his groan, Loki knew it would be a time before he could follow her, what with the shaft of steel his cock had become with her quietly whispered words. Her sweetness was his undoing. Her leg hooked over his thigh wasn't helping matters either.

Nearly two millennia old and she reduced his control to rubble with nothing but a softly worded request.

He pushed thoughts of his fantasies aside and focused on what he’d seen tonight instead. He’d watched her shine among the people, a little nervous but the interactions had all been positive besides the one between Lauren and Gerda.

Randish especially had been highly amusing. The stuffy old fool was one elder Loki held little respect for. He was brash and often rude. His opinions were never the most helpful, usually starting with, “Back when Odin was young,” and ending in, “What's a few hundred dead?” So opposite of Lauren’s request to Thor of earlier it was like night and day.

They'd happened to arrive in time to hear Randish speaking of the conflict between two warring tribes on one of Asgards many guarded worlds. There had been heated words for years between the two, but the dispute was escalating between the Morinian and the Zendally to the point war parties were gathering. Of course, Randish was of the opinion Thor should be sending in the army to beat them all down before someone got hurt which was when they arrived.

“Why would he do that?” Lauren innocently asked.

“To stop the conflict,” Randish huffed, turning to face them only to gape in surprise. “Highness.” He bowed deeply.

“Randish. My lady, Princess Lauren,” Loki chuckled. “My love, Lord Randish is another who sat on father’s council and still bends the ear of Thor whenever possible.”

“A radiant addition to your arm, highness,” Randish said.

Lauren smiled graciously, but he knew she felt slighted by the backhanded compliment. As if she were only a pretty bobble he wore and not a person with her own mind and accomplishments. But when Loki made to speak, she beat him to it.

“I’m curious, Lord Randish. Could y’all explain to little ol’ me what this conflict of theirs is about?” She batted her lashes and smiled winningly, her accent thickening substantially. “I’m afraid I’m ever so out of the loop on such a thing.”

“I would be delighted, my lady!” Randish then began to expound on the Morinian and their land rights disagreement with the Zendally. How one needed the ore contained in the mines of the other to build and maintain their society, while the other preferred to live a nomadic, natural existence and did not want their land spoiled by the mining process of the first.

Lauren listened intently, nodding encouragingly when Randish would pause in his recitation. Finally, when he was thoroughly finished boring them all to tears, Lauren had tsked softly in disappointment. “Well, it seems to me y’all are missin’ the big picture.”

“I’m sorry?” Randish blinked owlishly.

“Has Asgard become so removed from the realities of regular worlds that y’all can no longer see the issues of both sides? Instead, you think Thor should just, what? Squash them both and be done with it?”

“Well, I-I, that is to say…” Randish sputtered.

She sighed as if sorely disappointed in him and looked at the elder man sadly. “Has anyone thought to ask the Morinian if there is a way to mine the ore for the Zendally that won’t cause harm to the environment?”

The entire group of Lords, councillors, and ministers all gaped at her.

“I believe that would be a negative, my heart,” Loki said softly, adding his own disappointed head shake to the mix. “And these men are supposed to be the smartest of them all.”

Randish turned three shades of red and blustered like a windy day. “But, I, but… that couldn’t possibly work!”

“Why not?” Lauren asked. “If it is a case of the Morinian wantin’ somethin’ in return, has anyone asked them if there is somethin’ of the Zendally’s they’d like in exchange for the ore? I can’t imagine this is a somethin’ for nothin’ scenario. Even if the Morinian are more hippy folk than these fellas that think their more citified, I’m sure there’s somethin’ of the Zendally’s they’d like. Can’t imagine it would be money or some such nonsense, but I’m sure if someone went in and talked to them peaceably, they’d resolve their conflict without violence.”

“But… Asgard… battle…” Randish’s bluster was rapidly losing steam.

She reached out and gently laid her hand on the suddenly frail looking one of the elder man. “You said you wanted to keep people from gettin’ hurt, but won’t sendin’ in armed men possibly cause that to happen all the faster? What if the Morinian think Thor’s sidin’ with the Zendally? Or vice versa. They could grow to resent Asgard for their interference when all y’all were tryin’ to do was keep the peace. Wouldn’t sendin’ in a contingent of cool-headed representatives be a better idea? Host peace talks on neutral ground and come to an agreement both sides will abide by.”

Murmurs of agreement and mutters of disbelief for not having thought of it themselves spread through the group as they all assessed Lauren with new eyes.

“It seems, my lady, I misjudged you. It appears you are much more than a pretty face,” Randish murmured.

Lauren giggled and lightly patted his arm. “Why I do declare, Lord Randish, that’s one of the nicest things anyone’s said all night.”

Staring at the ceiling, watching the shadows dance, Loki bit his lip to keep from laughing aloud at the remembered look on Randish’s face.

He’d turned all sorts of reds, fumbled for words, cleared his throat a few times, and muttered, “Err, yes, well. Carry on, highness. We’ve monopolized enough of your and the princess’s time.” He bowed over Lauren’s hand. “Lady Lauren. It has been a delight.”

“Lord Randish,” she’d smiled, and he’d grown even more bashful.

Even now it made Loki desperate to laugh, but he swallowed his merriment to keep from disturbing Lauren. The entire event had gone off swimmingly, and he’d never been prouder of how she’d held up under their scrutiny.

All of them were Thor’s most staunch supporters, but that did not mean they were Loki’s. Most distrusted him, some downright disliked him, but all had come away from their interactions with Lauren with stars in their eyes. Truth rang in her tone. There was nothing false or contrived about her, and all could see that for themselves.

The God of Mischief, the one most likely to deceive for his own gains, had been granted a woman of complete honesty and it showed. He imagined many were getting a laugh at his expense.

If they only knew the whole truth. If only they knew of the spark of mischief which came to her eye or the teasing nature of her smile. One day, he knew, they would see the minx she could be and would likely laugh along with her when she pulled her prank or had her fun.

One day, the people would know her as he did. They would see her compassion and grace and they would love her.

“Princess Lauren,” he whispered against the crown of her hair. “How you move them, my sweet. How you will grow them.”

She sighed and wriggled closer, seeking his warmth.

Loki pulled the fur up to cover her shoulder. “Sleep. Rest for tomorrow is another full day.”

A soft mewling started at the closed door. Loki flicked his fingers, opening them enough to allow the kitten to scamper inside before shutting them again. Socks scrambled up the bed linens, pounced once on Loki’s foot, then trotted up the bed to knead his feet into the corner of Lauren’s pillow. He settled down, and his giant motor of a purr began, lulling Loki into peaceful dreams.

***

The hard banging on her door had Sigyn rushing to it, knowing it could mean only trouble at this late hour. “Yes? Who is there?”

“Sigyn, open the door. Please!”

She jerked the handle and pulled the massive oak open, allowing the light from within her home to spill out into the darkness of the night. Every time she opened her door Sigyn was reminded of where she lived, where she didn’t belong. She should be housed in the palace, walking the halls as another Lady, but she was not of Thor’s court and had never been.

She’d been part of Frigga’s until the day she'd been soundly dismissed. A day which had ended with Frigga’s swift death and no one the wiser to Sigyn’s disgrace.

Still, where once she’d had a room in the palace - albeit not a fancy one, more a servants quarters than anything regal - now she lived in a hovel. A house set between two others. One of stone and wood, not metal and gold. One in which she had a single house girl to see to her needs, a cook, and lad to care for her horse. Yes, it had a reception and dining room, library, study, parlour, kitchen, and three guest rooms, but she lacked a dressing room, her bath contained only a freestanding tub, not the sunken pools of the palace, and her view was of the waters around Asgard, not the city.

It was unacceptable. Nothing like what had once been within her grasp.

She’d aspired to be so much more and had been so close to achieving it. Now, now she was not so sure. Now there was another who stood in her way. Now she was treated as no better than a seamstress or a baker. She was middle class, and she hated it.

The only good thing to come from it all was her position allowed her to return daily to the palace where she taught magic to the brats and bastards of the lords and ladies who walked the halls. Those who showed promise, at any rate. Unlike Frigga, she refused those who’s passing of the Test delivered only the smallest flame. If their response was so weak as to be a barely there flicker, she had no desire to cater to or baby them until it grew. Untrained, their magic would fade into nothing over time, growing weaker until it became non-existent.

She was not about to waste her time on a student with little potential or no political pull. Children of the lower class were only elevated if they showed extraordinary power. They were of no use to her otherwise.

Wrenching open her door, her servants all gone for the night, Sigyn stared in horror at Gerda. “Flames of Valhalla! What happened?”

“Loki’s bitch happened!” she sobbed. “We’ve been dismissed, Sigyn! Njord is like a raging boar! He is beside himself with anger. I dare not stay with him for I fear he will kill me!”

“Come in, Gerda! Tell me what’s happened.” Sigyn urged her inside and shut the door tightly behind her.

“I spoke out against her. The words you’ve said many times since her existence became known. The blonde whore who hangs on Loki’s every word. I could no longer stand to watch her sit there and fondle that… that…”

“Have care, Gerda,” Sigyn warned.

“Loki,” she finished with a huff. “What you see in him, I still haven’t the faintest.”

“Tell me.” The woman wore a heavy cloak which concealed much of her face, but when she pushed it back, Sigyn gasped.

“This was my punishment for saying my peace! Odin’s wolves attacked me!”

“Odin attacked you?” Sigyn could hardly believe it. Everyone knew Odin was well past his prime. He was heading toward the fading time, the time when all Asgardians ascended to the Norns and returned to the cosmos. He rarely reacted to things at all anymore, but let them to Thor.

“No, not Odin. Her! That, that woman! That Midgardian whore! She set them on me! Oh, Sigyn! You must fix this, fix me. I can’t live like this. I’m hideous! Njord won’t even look at me!” Gerda cried.

Distraught as she was, Sigyn knew there would be little in the way of coherency from Gerda until she calmed down.

Sigyn took her hand and led the disfigured woman into the parlour where she had been reading previously to the evening's excitement. “Sit, Gerda. Let me help you.”

Gerda leaned heavily against her before sitting on the settee. “Oh, thank you, Sigyn! I knew you would remove them!”

“Of course, you’re my dear friend, Gerda.” Sigyn smiled and slowly caressed the worst scar on Gerda’s face with magic laced fingers. The red wash of power faded away to reveal nothing had changed.

Sigyn froze and stared in shock. “Gerda, who healed these?”

“He did!” she hissed. “He said I must bear the scars to remember it was only by the compassion of his Ástvinur that he healed me at all. Compassion my ass! She’s the one who did this to me!”

Sigyn swallowed hard and tried again, strengthening the magic she used and twisting the spell to her advantage, but still, it failed. “I can’t…” she whispered.

“What? Can’t what?” Gerda asked.

“I can’t fix it. Loki has done something to keep anyone from changing what he’s wrought. He has made sure the scarring will remain… indefinitely.”

Gerda burst into wild tears. “This is her fault! I want her dead, Sigyn! Dead!”

A second pounding on her door preceded it banging against the wall, and Sigyn lurched to her feet as two armed guards stormed inside. “What is the meaning of this? You enter my home without permission? The home of the Teacher?”

“Apologies, Sigyn. But we have our orders from the King. Lady Gerda is to be escorted to her husband, and they are to be shown the way home, beyond the city gates. By any means necessary.”

Njord strode in moments later. “Gerda. You have caused me enough trouble. Get up, woman. We leave now for home.”

“It is not my home but your barren winter one! I won’t go! I won’t leave the city!” Gerda screamed.

Sigyn hit her with a jolt of magic, knocking her out and straight to the floor. “Take her and go.”

A sneer curled Njord’s lips. “Some friend you are.”

“Get out of my house before I turn you all into toads,” Sigyn snarled.

The guards came forward to lift Gerda by the arms and drag her away.

But Njord drew himself up tall. “You poisoned her mind long ago, witch. I know the venom she spewed tonight was of your making. Thor has cast us out because of you, but be warned. Your lying lips will see him removing your head if you continue down this path. He will not tolerate words against Lady Lauren. As for what I'm sure Gerda had to say, the Princess is the only reason Gerda lives. No one would have stopped Odin’s pets, but she did. She is the reason the Prince healed Gerda at all. So keep your snake tongue in your mouth, or you will regret it!”

“Get out of my house,” Sigyn hissed.

Njord sent one last glower her direction before walking out, slamming the door behind him as he went.

Sigyn cast a hand toward the front of her house and saw all the locks engaging. There was much for her to think about before tomorrow.

Yes, much.

***

Lauren woke partially in thanks to her bladder, and partly due to the kitten rubbing himself back and forth beneath her chin and headbutting her in the nose. She gave the rascal a little shove and sat up slowly, careful not to wake her husband.

Loki slept on his back beside her, his face soft and so handsome. He was a dark angel, all sharp features and pale skin. After centuries with little to no rest, she loved knowing he could find peace in his dreams now because of her and the bond they shared.

She slipped quietly from the big bed, her feet finding the plush fur on the floor beside it. Coals were burning in the hearth, giving her just enough light to see by as she made her way across the room to the bathroom.

Socks scampered along behind her, sneaking in the door before she shut it. She watched him prowl around as she took care of things, and chuckled when he dipped a foot in the bath water, only to yank it out and shake it vigorously.

“Silly kitty,” she teased while washing her hands. “You fall in, and you'll regret it.”

He followed her when she left the bath and entered the closet which, honestly, she thought was a touch excessive. It was a room the size of a bedroom back home, had a reclining couch in the middle and an enormous mirror in a gilt frame at the far end.

It made her wonder if the women of Asgard were so vain they liked to laze about their closets and admire their clothing. Racks of empty rails, shelving, and drawers lined the walls, while the two suitcases Loki had produced sat stacked in the corner.

It took her entirely too long to figure out where the twins had stashed her yoga clothes.

She wondered what Anekke and Anitra thought of the clothing. Lauren hadn't seen anything close to it since coming here. Nothing so tightly fitted, at any rate. She’d seen some rather… skimpy dresses last night, but it seemed the women of Asgard weren't concerned with showing too much flesh. The men all stayed somewhat buttoned up, but the women had no such qualms.

Some of the dresses had been no more than lengths of cloth held together by cords. And, while Lauren didn't begrudge them their wish to shake what their mama gave them, she also didn't think such clothing would be appropriate for her to wear considering the position she now found herself in.

Back-baring or especially fitted was one thing, but some of their gowns had cover tits and ass and little in between which, once again, brought to mind the term bedding wenches. Had the women at the party who were so scantily clad been nothing more than that? Were the ones Thor entertained also of that nature?

Lauren shook her head and drew the lavender gown off her shoulders, letting the silk fall to puddle around her feet. She had a lot to learn about Asgard society it seemed. As she folded the nightgown and placed it in a drawer, she wondered if she should request a tutor of some kind to help her figure it all out or if she were better off muddling through on her own.

From her small makeup bag, found in another drawer, she pulled a hair elastic and tied her hair back in her standard tail. Selecting a pair of bright blue capri tights, underwear, and a matching sports bra, Lauren quickly changed clothes. It had been too long since she’d run through her morning workout, and she was feeling the stiffness in her back and neck. She figured that was more stress related than physical, but her yoga did more than loosen her muscles. It calmed her mind and centred her, seeming to settle her overactive thoughts with each deep breath.

She always imagined breathing in the positive and exhaling the negative in her life. Her worries for Sara and Benny still niggled at her, but if they were with SHIELD, had Loki and Heimdall looking out for them, and Usun watching over them, they were as protected as they could be without being in her arms.

Lauren wanted them with her so badly it sometimes ached in her heart, but until she could prove Marabeth’s abuse, there was nothing she could do but what she had.

They were safe. She had to believe they were safe and would stay that way. It would drive her batty if she didn't.

With her mat in hand, she made her way toward the bedroom doors, pausing only to smile at Loki sleeping on and quietly exited the room.

She left the door ajar so he'd know where she’d gone and walked out into the light of Asgard’s dawn. The balcony beyond the doors called out to her, but when she placed her hand on the handle, it gave her an icy chill.

Cold seeped through the pane of glass, and she stepped away with a shiver. It appeared outside yoga would be a no-go unless she waited until later in the day. Still, the beauty of the world beyond the windows held her captivated for one long moment before she turned and went to roll her mat out on a bare strip of floor between two fur rugs.

She settled down on the ground, her body bending over her knees into child's pose, and began to slow her breathing, only to snort a giggle when Socks walked up her arm to plant his butt between her shoulder blades. There he sat, purring like a chainsaw, evidently pleased as punch with his new perch.

Lauren chuckled but didn't let it stop her. He’d move or fall off eventually. The little rascal would learn as Felix had. She missed the big marmalade and hoped he was being spoiled rotten by the rest of the team.

Clearing her mind, Lauren began to move, inhaling and exhaling as she went from child pose to her hands and knees, warming up her back and spine. She pushed up onto her toes into downward facing dog, letting her body fold into an inverted ‘V’, sending Socks leaping for safety.

“Silly kitty,” she giggled.

He wound his way around her hands but quickly learned to get out of the way when she moved through her first vinyasa, stretching and warming her body further with chaturangas, and upward facing dog, chair poses, and forward bends, runner’s pose, and sun salutations.

Her blood surged through her veins and made her smile. It was like she could feel her heart push every drop of blood through her body. She could feel the oxygen she breathed in feed every cell. Her mind calmed its swift march, and she became one with the world around her.

Her feet were the roots which bound her to the earth, her body the trunk which bent with the wind but didn't break, and her arms were the branches which stretched to the sky, seeking the sun's nourishing warmth.

She felt alive here.

Warm and soft, she began to work through the harder poses. The ones which saw her bending and twisting into pretzel-like shapes. One she'd been working toward for years was called the Fallen Angel, and she’d never quite gotten the hang of it, but today she felt exceptionally empowered and transitioned into an easy handstand.

Slowly, she allowed her arms to bend to ninety degrees, and her upper body to twist to the side until her ear and one shoulder skimmed the floor. She tightened her core when she wobbled, brought her knee slowly down to rest on her elbow, and stretched the leg closest to the bend in her waist upward with her toes pointed toward the sky.

She breathed and held the difficult pose. Breathed and tried not to squeal in happiness for having finally gotten it right.

After a five count, she slowly extended both legs and untwisted her spine, pushing back up into her handstand where she spread her legs out into a split and bent her elbows again to lower her forearms to the floor. From the armstand, it was simple to transition into Scorpion. All she had to do was curl her forward leg up and over to join her back leg, and arch her back as she lifted her head and brought her toes down to her crown.

The pull in her abdomen became a flutter of heat when the growl of appreciation rumbled through the room.

Lauren only smiled. “Loki. Come to join me?”

“My darling, you and your bendy spine need to return to our bed.”

She laughed softly and stretched her feet toward the ceiling. Bringing her knees to her chest, she allowed them to lower slowly to the floor and sat up to peer at him waiting for her in the doorway.

He’d put on pants, ones he certainly hadn't worn to bed, and looked devilishly handsome. “You keep interruptin’ my workout, elskan min.”

“I'll happily replace it with another kind of work out,” he purred and slowly prowled across the room.

She smiled and let her gaze glide down his lanky form, all those tight, compact muscles flexing as he moved. “Or you could help me finish.”

“Help you how, love?” he asked appearing intrigued.

Lauren blushed as she pushed up to her feet. “I found a video once when I was lookin’ for more yoga ones. It was for a couple to do if… if you're interested?”

He arched his brow. “I have never done your yoga, Lauren.”

“I know, but this is more about strength, and there was this one move the couple did that you could try and… and never mind.” She shook her head. “I'm just bein’ foolish.”

She turned away, prepared to roll up her mat when his arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her flush to his hot body.

“Don't do that, my love. Don't dismiss your passions as foolishness. If you wish to try this pose, I am willing.”

“Really?” she whispered.

“Tell me what I must do.”

Lauren’s heart pounded in both excitement and a little trepidation. She’d never done this before, but she had no doubt he'd be more than strong enough. “Lay down on your back.”

He settled swiftly to the floor, stretched out long and lean as she stepped over him to straddle his ribs.

“Mm, I like this already,” he purred cheekily.

She giggled nervously. Usually, the bottom partner’s feet were involved in getting her where she needed to be, but she was already so excited and a little scared he’d hate it, she didn't want him to quit on her and figured she could probably get her body where it needed to go on her own.

“Okay, I'm gonna bend over, and when I do, I need you to support me with your hands here and here.” She showed him how to catch her with the heel of his hand beneath her collarbone and curl his fingers over the tops of her shoulders for added support. “Keep your arms straight and try not to wiggle,” she said, her heart racing.

“Lauren…” he frowned. “What are you-"

She didn't give him a chance to finish, just gripped his wrists, leaned all her weight into the cups of his hands and raised her leg straight up.

He gasped but didn't move, his strength unfathomable.

Engaging her core, Lauren slowly pulled her second leg up, bringing it toward the ceiling. Once she felt stable in the handstand, she slowly began to arch her back, allowing her legs to lower from vertical to horizontal, falling open in a full split and bent her knee until her back foot came to rest on the top of her head.

Only then did Lauren dare dart a glance down to Loki’s face. The verdant green of his eyes caused her already short breath to catch. Desire mixed with wonder starred back. Held captive by his eyes, she slowly reversed the pose until her feet settled lightly on the ground again. Then her knees buckled, and she found herself rolled beneath him into the fur before the fire.

The weight of his hard cock connecting with her core caused Lauren to gasp.

“That was…” He seemed to search for something to say.

“Kinda sexy,” Lauren whimpered, grinding up against him.

“More than kind of,” he growled and rolled his hips.

Lauren’s breath caught. “It was a sexy video,” she moaned. “But couples yoga is always kinda sexy.”

“Perhaps you should teach me,” he crooned, licking the sweat from her throat.

“I dunno, Loki,” she smiled. “You've got to be pretty flexible. You sure you can bend with me?”

“If it ends with you contorting into those ridiculously becoming poses, darling, I will certainly try.”

Lauren laughed as she caught him behind the knee and flipped their position, evidently surprising him. “No, peaches. It ends,” she paused to peel her sports bra off over her head, “with both of us naked.”

His rumble of delight seemed to dance down her spine even as his big hands closed over her breasts. “Even better, pet. That is my favorite kind of ending.”

Lauren laughed and bent down to kiss him hard on the mouth. When she lifted her head, she smiled wickedly. “I put my ponytail back in, elskan min. Just for you.”

His eyes darkened, and his smile spread to match hers. “I was hoping you'd say that, my heart. Yes, I certainly was.”

The wolf seemed to rise in his eyes again, and Lauren shivered even as she smiled. Her life with him was never dull, and today was turning out to be no different.

“I love you, Loki,” she whispered, lightly caressing his cheek.

“My sweet wife…” he purred and kissed her again.

She sat back with a smile and stroked a finger over the torque around her neck. “Shall we play a game, husband?” she asked.

He sat up, and his grin was devious. “Oh yes, pet. Most definitely yes.”

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